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Friday Nights

Long I waited for you to come home.

Far I searched but I remained alone.

Suns rose and moons set,

but your memory I may never forget.



So here I stand ironing your left behind clothes;

When from behind the shed a figure arose.

Bending down behind the red wheelbarrow I found

You searching for my wedding band I had lost on the ground.





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