Leaving a jagged pipe sticking up
Water fountaining in it's wake
As it hurried away to discover the world
Eight weary years later
It's fire engine red color
Now painted over and over again
With garish and intricate colors and designs
A few travel stickers from around the world
Stuck here and there upon it's body
Fireplug came to rest
In the prettiest garden it could find
Overlooking the ocean
Near a bench
Happy to just sit there forever
Staring out at the waves
Being peed on by the occasional dog
What more could a well travelled fireplug ask for
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