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    the sky grows a dusky gray
    as the day comes to an end
    we come home from work
    freshen up and change clothes
    then greet in the kitchen
    as we eat our dinner
    discussing our weekend plans
    and things we wish to attend
    when dinner is finished
    we quietly pick up our dishes
    taking them to the kithchen to get washed
    we go to our rooms
    then brush and floss out teeth
    before we pull back the covers
    we say a silent prayer
    then turn out the light
    and fall fast asleep

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    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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