The Candle
J Jennifer Birchall
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On the old wooden mantle
Stood a candle, tall and slender
The layers of wax perfectly formed
A slight breeze from the open window
Sees it dance to it's own merry tune
It's been burning for some time now
A door slams shut, out it goes
But the wick still glows
It just takes a small spark
The flame will light up the room
Like the moon in the night sky
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