Dueling Dragons
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Spitfire and Sharptooth
Spewing fireballs
Baring claws, and
Roaring calls
Scales on end
Like a bristled cat's tail,
Throwing flames
Across hill and dale.
Sharptooth dodges;
Spitfire misses.
His master's house
To the ground sizzles and hisses.
Now Spitfire's grounded
And homeless. too.
Don't play with fire
It's bad for you.
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