Sitting off in the corner
I see my face in the fire
Red hot and yellow
A fierce cowarding crier
Up in the morning I
I see what remains of the flames
Smoldering fog
I was killed by a log
Done with that torch
I decided to sit on the porch
The yard is silent and dire
and I see my funeral pier
Breakfast comes soon
I take a look in the nutriment room
Yet all that remains is my Jello pudding
I'm all alone
Like a stone in a glacier I'm thrown
Chilly from birth I ask you
When was I sold to the earth?
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