The Campfire
There once was a campfire at night,
but something felt not quite right.
As smoke tendrils rose up the owls nose,
the forest got a bit too bright.
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There once was a campfire at night,
but something felt not quite right.
As smoke tendrils rose up the owls nose,
the forest got a bit too bright.
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