Remembering how good it was
To sit in comfort there at night
Peaceably beside with book
In the warm glow of the light
No meddlesome distractions
In that homely place to be
Simple words brought other worlds
To be at one and free
Striding hungry in the twisting turns
Consuming each enthralling play
The hallway clock a faint reminder
It was the closing of that day
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