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We like sheep were shepherded to our rooms

Our little bodies in need of a nap it seems . . . .

While several hours dragged by for us.

From secreted rituals on a Sunday afternoons

In their closed bedroom oozed dove coos

Slight sounds of delight heard from within . . . .

We awoke from our sleep rested

Our parents refreshed also.