Category : Poems

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Company's here, days and nights seem never to end. 
Late night talks into early rises blend. 

A big breakfast has turned into a brunch. 
There won’t be time this day to stop for lunch. 

Soon car doors are slamming; one, two, three, four. 
Entertainment and sights of our area are what’s in store. 

We enjoy a vacation, too, when visitors come to us. 
So quickly our company leaves and we miss all the fuss. 
 
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