Golden

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Waking slowly in the morning

A soft rain in the Kentucky hills

Coffee on the porch

And bare feet in the grass


Napping in the afternoon

Soup beans on the stove

Cornbread in the oven

Then dinner at the table


Dishes in the drainer

Reading in my favorite chair

Cat purring on the couch

Relaxing for the weekend.

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