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by Mark Polanis
Teetering on the edge
the flames lick up
from the edge of the volcano
I stare into oblivion.
As I sit in the heat
of the frying pan on the fire
I wonder....
Will I plunge into the Fire,
or Will a wave of excitment
put out this tremendous volcano
I sit and Stare
for Tomorrow
Is the end all
of Mount Doom.