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Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need done. 
The rest I do on my time, 
unpaid, well, not in dollars
and cents. 

I stopped at the market, 
to get things for dinner. 
I stretched the budget...
until it screamed, 
for mercy. 
But I showed it, 
none!
Then I went by the bank, 
and tried to negotiate a pass, 
on a mistake, 
that I did not intend to make, 
but they don't do that anymore, 
there is no reason to have, 
customer service, 
or loyalty... kindness services. 
So I paid, and tried hard, 
to remember not to do that again. 

I drove home, 
made dinner, did the dishes, 
finished three loads, 
put them away. 
Somewhere in the middle, 
we sang... 
a spider song, 
read a small book, 
and prayed...
that was the high-light
of my day.

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