The burnt building
The burnt building stood up for many years,
then came a family who took care of it like one of theres
it took miles to get up the stairs
but they,
made the burnt smell seem clean
made the black scars go away like a dream
and made a living out of steam.
its just temporary
no matter how good they took care of the Prairie
they wherent magical fairies.
The old burnt, but new building came down
the center aisle stood still with nothing else around
but the family of non-fairies knocked the test down.
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