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Yard Waste

So eager now to burn on down,
via independent ember,
itching to scorch the late June brown
into ash until September.  
 
The clover too is very dry;
a tinder waiting for the torch
to further blaze on things nearby...
thank God I have no wooden porch!
 
The rosemary...is fit to burn;
the smoke is dark, its flame is bright,
and by that light I might discern
more fuel for July fourth night...

but by then...it will be too late...
to think my country really great :(
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Author's Note
The Fourth of July is the worst time to play with matches.
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