The Bugmaster
.: When All Was Burnt Away :.
It’s all burnt away, in ashes and in dust, in soot and in red rust.
The gold of the day, ended in fire and flame, and all was burnt away.
The cold’s here to stay, to freeze me and to bite, when all is turned to night.
The sparks went astray, and were lost in the frost, when all was burnt away.
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I went on a very pleasant little photo outing with two of my brothers today. They kinda put me out of my box, I walked on paths that I've never walked before, and saw things I hadn't seen, which is always fun. Its good to have someone to pull you out of your comfort zone sometimes.
.: When All Was Burnt Away :.
It’s all burnt away, in ashes and in dust, in soot and in red rust.
The gold of the day, ended in fire and flame, and all was burnt away.
The cold’s here to stay, to freeze me and to bite, when all is turned to night.
The sparks went astray, and were lost in the frost, when all was burnt away.
--
I went on a very pleasant little photo outing with two of my brothers today. They kinda put me out of my box, I walked on paths that I've never walked before, and saw things I hadn't seen, which is always fun. Its good to have someone to pull you out of your comfort zone sometimes.