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Time of the Year
Bushfire Season
by Wils
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Blackend trees, hardly standing
Upon the ground branches are landing
Stripped of life, bushland is bare
Homeless creatures have nowhere
Flames of fury fanned by breeze
Internal destruction with expertise
Red and orange show no remorse
Eventual rescue dampens its course
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