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Current mood:  awake Category: Writing and Poetry
Snap, Crackle and Pop aren't rice crispies
Snap, Crackle and Pop are FIRE
Fire is alive and well in my woodstove
I tend it's appetite every night
Fire is alive in my woodstove and I love it with every Snap, Crackle Poppin Delight
Yes I get all choked up and yes this poem is rhymey
Yes I love fire in my stove and I roast marshmallows all the timey
Pappa Fire is his name
I pray to him every day
Pappa Fire is his name and he keeps me warm, with the permission of my Lady
Snap, Crackle and Pop are my friends
they keep me safe and sound
Snap, Crackle and Pop are my friends
and if they play too hard they burn my cabin down
My rez is where they keep me, safe is where I wanna be
My rez is where they keep me, with my family
This may shock and shake the laws of physics they make
but my fire is alive and well
Pappa Fire is always hungry, and consume oh yes, oh yes he will
Pappa Fire is always hungry and his friends aren't Jack and Jill
Pappa Fire has been my friend for aeon's, his song is hot and bright
Papa Fire has been my friend, throughout the longest night
For the longest night is upon me, my lady she is far away
Papa Fire is my oldest friend, and keeps the wolves at bay
Inspired by the film: Bomb The System
10:32 AM
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