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Burning summer


It was calm at first


Then the dawn rippled with sunbeams

Finally the sun has show her face

And illuminated the cyan stream




Birds were chirping

Flying around frantically

The deers, the squirrels

Were hopping away without looking



You see, this might sound nice

If the sun wasn't created by a man

That decided to get rid of a few extra leaves

With an oil can



Some matchsticks later

The fiery blade was too hot to control

It shone oh so brightly

And left nothing after itself





Nothing at all...


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