leaves curl their lips as smoke invades
the little spaces in between
the fire slips between their shades
till all their faces lose their green
thin wisps of smoke soon turn to red
lovingly tracing every twig
and branches croak and speed its spread
at last embracing with a swig
drunk on its flames, rip roaring drunk
careless arms waving to and fro
it lays its claims hungry for spunk
and wanders, raving ancient foe
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