< Cornhuskers

FIRE-LOGS

Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire;

Dreams, and the logs sputter,

And the yellow tongues climb.

Red lines lick their way in flickers.

Oh, sputter, logs.

Oh, dream, Nancy.

Time now for a beautiful child.

Time now for a tall man to come.
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