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Thank you Guy Fawkes

She loves that bonfire night aroma in the air...it's smokey and reminds her of when she was a child. 

She'd wonder the streets on November the 5th and there'd be a fire on every street corner. 

She knew everyone so she could go house to house, have a bit of a chat. Friends were aplenty back then. 

And November the 6th seems bright with hindsight but she smokiness still clings to the air. 

And her eyes are all red from the evening before and her hands and her face are still dusty with soot and she doesn't even bother to wash. 

She's had a blast...thank you Guy Fawkes. 

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