'Fireside'
I sat by the fire.
It was burning brightly.
Sticks and logs popped in the middle of the night.
Around the fire we sat.
People from all walks of life.
For reasons something special.
Laughs and shouts.
Jokes some old and others new.
Just like old Fred told tales.
We couldn't get enough.
So sweet,
So much jokes.
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