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Up in Smoke
Our ceiling fan went up in smoke
But didn’t catch on fire.
It seemed okay before it broke;
The culprit was a wire.
It happened fast and we got scared;
My husband flipped the fuses.
I guess we’re never quite prepared
When we’re whom bad luck chooses.
The burning smell took hours to fade;
A new fan will replace it
With safer bulbs, yet I’m afraid
I might not quite embrace it.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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