Twilight People
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Juan Olivarez
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The suns going down,
It's that time of the day.
That the twilight people,
Come out to play.
Raking leaves, shooting the breeze,
Tossing footballs in the street.
Sitting on the porch at ease,
One more hot day is complete.
Sipping an ice tea,
Watching the cars.
Looking up at the sky,
For Venus and Mars.
Same ole routine,
You see every day.
When the twilight people,
Come out to play.
12/3/10 Alton Texas
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