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By Renee Arndt

Tongues lick the darkened windowsills of
The homely yellow farmhouse
Golden brown plumes extend upward from the flames
Fading into night
Murky water drips from the charred eaves
Twinkles in the sun as it descends to fill the bed of a
Tiny
     Yellow
          Melted
               Dumptruck