Fire Man

If I were on fire
I doubt that I’d shriek
For it’s rare that forced air
Grants the solace I’d seek.
No, if I were on fire
I’d say what I felt:
All my innermost thoughts
I’d express. Then I’d melt.

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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One Response to Fire Man

  1. Daddy says:

    Been there. Done that. “Scars are tatoos with better stories”

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