Archive-name: Poetry/eightday.txt
Archive-author: Ariel Witch
Archive-title: Eight Hours a Day, Five Days a Week

 Five o' clock.
 Time to gather my thoughts
 and hide them in my desk drawer
 and hurry home to you.
 You'll have coffee
 and a smile waiting.
 But after today
 I want only the warmth of your arms
 and the sanctuary of your eyes.

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