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Kevin Stephens Poem
Little fires of the night,
Bringing dreams with their light.
Little fires fly so high,
Becoming stars in the sky.
Little fires, little fires won't you come down soon?
It must get lonely up so high flying with the moon.
Little fires, little fires the day is becoming clear,
Little fires, little fires you will soon dissappear.
Copyright © Kevin Stephens | Year Posted 2019
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Kevin Stephens Poem
Angel ascended from the ground,
To anger the humans of the world,
Flying around leaving aggers of dreadful sounds,
Using his auger to dig out dreamworlds,
Ancient augurs of Rome predicted his arrival,
But he only grew huger and so ended everyone's survival.
Angel - anger - agger - auger - augur - huger
Copyright © Kevin Stephens | Year Posted 2019
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