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Time calls
Time calls me back home
Where Mother is Baking
Father,collecting the leaves
My older Brothers,putting together
a model airplane
Our poor of size Scottish terrier
barking at the mailman who brings
us the mail of the day
Supper on the stove
Then a trip through the White Mountains
while my Grandpa kindly drove
Time is now beckoning to me
and now I will let him in
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