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What I See Looking at my Love by Tom Stone

What I see

Looking at my love

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by Tom Stone

(A poem through the eyes of a volcanologist)

It's an oozy doozy of bubbling blobs

Anxiously waiting with gooey globs.

Perilous, menacing, and downright unsafe.

Restlessly rising and threatening our space.

Eagerly brooding, and lurking in the back.

Rumbling and grumbling; a giant smokestack.

Tephra and ashes, awaken with a boom!

Intrusive gases spew into the room!

Franticly fleeing from fiery fumes

While wildly watching what it subsumes.

Endlessly emerging from the hazardous hill

Spewing and seeping; it's time for the adventurous thrill!

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