Monday, May 25, 2015

The Universal Fuel



In days of old
When nights were cold
     And winter winds did roar;
Folks had to face
A fire place,
     Which froze them to the core.

In days like these
Folks seldom freeze,
     There’s fuel everywhere;
They’ll not be cold,
The world doth hold
     So very much hot air.



May 25, ‘06


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