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When I was little Mama told me not to play with fire Mama said fire was mean and that fire could hurt you. And I'd argue, "But Mama! The tiny fire just wants to dance!" "No, fire is bad. I don't want you touching the matches," would always be her response. But as I grew, fire never lost its hold on my mind. And once I reached the big leagues, I decided I was big enough to play with fire. For a while it was fun, but then it burned me. Mama was right, fire did hurt. As I grow steadily older, And each time I, myself, or someone else Burns me I think of Mama. I wish I'd never played with fire But sometimes you have to, even if you don't want