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Flames soaring hot over forty feet high,

scorching everything in their path to the ground.

Fuel and high wind are all in good supply,

people going crazy running around.



California burns as no one fiddles,

Nero is no longer playing his tune.

The start of which is a bunch of riddles,

as the glow lingers under the night’s moon.



Planes flying low as they drop their wet load,

returning again to reload their tanks.

Trees going boom, boom, boom as they explode,

home fronts saved as the owners give their thanks.



Year after year this calamity goes through,

makes one wonder why they live where they do.