Bonfire

 There is a bonfire at the bottom of my garden
 Which I must constantly feed
 With dead plants and flowers
 Cut from my beautiful garden
 Down the snake-like path
 Of 33 grey paving slabs,
 The fire smoulders day and night
 And I must keep it
 From bursting into flames
 In case it spreads up to my house.


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