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The day after Christmas,
It was cold but fair.
Wrappings and presents,
Were spread everywhere.
My dad started a fire,
But to our great surprise;
The fire snuffed out,
In front of our very eyes.
My father said quite alarmed,
"There must be something in the way.
We better get the chimney looked at,
For it won't be as warm as May."
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