RUNNING FROM FIRE
Once the heart gets the beat there's no
turning back - the sword, the arrow,
in the stone, are forever. Every precipice
has its bottom crying out : I may fly, yet
I don't know how to land.
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I saw the smoke at the kingdom's end;
people and cattle, all running from fire.
And, making things worse, the haze
had blanketed the land.
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Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was
white as snow. No more, my friend, no more.
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