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A poem called "Terror on the horizon"
Terror on the Horizon
Do you have some scissors?
I need to cut my hair.
I tried to use a butter knife
But the hair, the hair, the hair is still there!
Perhaps with this plastic lighter
I could singe away each tress
But wait ... this isn’t cool -
It’s run out of fuel!
I bet this never happens to the RFS*.
RFS, RFS, oh yes, yes! YES!
At last success! I guess...
*The RFS is the Rural Fire Service
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