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Sitting on My Porch

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The crackling of the wood.
The burning of the fire.
Staring into the blaze.
Until the embers expire.

The glitter painted sky.
The moon rising to wane.
The comet streaking past.
To see it we must strain.

All around me.
The growing torch.
The vast blackening sky.
When I'm sitting on my porch.





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