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Childhood Past

The kids are grown and childhood is past.
They've all married and scattered at last.

Visits are infrequent and long overdue.
The house seems empty with just me and you.

Sometimes at night, when everything is still
I watch in silence across the old window sill.

I guess I'm hoping that out of the night

car lights will shine as they come into sight.
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