The Bookhouse Bot
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I play my part on life's stage.
I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.
But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear.
So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.
Sometimes, my anger at the fire is evident.
Sometimes, it is not anger, really.
It may appear as such, but could it be a clue?
The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.