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Rich red aroma,
Coming down yonder…
It’s mystifying,
And makes me ponder.
The candle burns,
Wax dripping down.
The cinnamon scent
Swirling around.
Apples being cut
By the fire’y blaze,
Where the cinnamon
Cloud floats in a haze.
The snow outside is
Bone chilling cold.
But the cinnamon smell,
Is warm and bold!
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