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Little Fire runs around Energy fueling him Like car-running Petroleum   He races like an Engine, desiring To warm up the  Chilly weather   But the blizzard
People are depressed It sucks but It's the truth They joke haha They smile wide Inside however It's a raging storm
He inspires awe.   The slam of his hands against his own thighs, against the couch,
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