The fire doesn't need stirring
So there's nothing to be done.
The fat logs will burn as they are for some time.
They are smoking themselves.
I see the smoke,
Exhaled through their little mouths on the end.
How greedily they must be drinking of the flame
To exhale, exhale, exhale, so steadily!
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