At Least until It's OutA Poem by PeteIf I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - Thoreautough to see through the plumes hard to hear through the crackles time to drop and roll © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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