After Hours

September 8, 2009
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Sun falls, night arise
Campfire flames grow brighter
Spitits lifted higher

Dancing in the moonlight
Voices rise above the crowd
Guitars strummed aloud

Quiet dark, dies down
Stillness waits upon the ground
Settle in for now

Long day behind us
Hard work passed by timeless
Sleep calls, goodnight all

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