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Been away,
so many years-
old man at the door.
Photos on the fireplace,
smiles from long before.
"Sit down son,
how’ve you been?
Sorry for the mess.
Yer mother used to keep it clean,
I should too, I guess."
Silent too the happy bark,
Which greeted me each day,
From the light into the dark,
Those days have passed away.

Ian Cunnold