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More Smoke, Less Fire

It is easy to blame
when your heart is inflamed.
And to hide in shame,
when the mud got your name.

Yes, you started the game
with zest and strength untamed.
And waxed in motivations that came
to usurp previous glory and fame.

And the top felt the same
when the crowd echoed your name.
But your zeal was lame
like a chicken in flame.

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