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Thursday, February 5, 2009
Stick of Fire
He took a stick of fire
And twirled it in the air.
Round and round the air it went
Pulled off with gypsy flair.
But then a slip and there it went
And landed in his hair.
It wasn't flame retardant
And then his head was bare.
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