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In The Dark
Coming Home
As I Remember
Stand And Testify
Quiet As Quiet I Want
In The Field Before The Cutting
In The Dark
When the days grow short -- when I fall asleep in the car
going home, I wake in the dark being carried to the house. 
Face numb from the cold -- before I'm ready, or
want to say good night, he says
he doesn't want to go.  But he goes.
Copyright 2006 Paul Schweer , All Rights Reserved.