There is a little kitchen
where fire-wood is stashed.
The air is often smoky,
the stove is full of ash.
Each day before the cooking
some fire-wood is placed
neatly into the brick-lined stove,
and slowly set ablaze.
When the fire-wood's aflame
burning well and good,
The cooking starts to go ahead
with sparks and ash and soot.
When at last the cooking's done
and the wood is in a stash,
All that's left is smoky air
and a stove that's full of ash.
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Ash
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