{"id":100360,"date":"2012-11-23T14:22:09","date_gmt":"2012-11-23T19:22:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/100360\/what-happens-after-midnight-a-friday-fling\/"},"modified":"2012-11-23T14:22:09","modified_gmt":"2012-11-23T19:22:09","slug":"what-happens-after-midnight-a-friday-fling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/100360\/what-happens-after-midnight-a-friday-fling\/","title":{"rendered":"WHAT HAPPENS AFTER MIDNIGHT . . . . a “Friday Fling”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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WHAT HAPPENS AFTER MIDNIGHT . . . . .
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The hands of the clock
\nwound ever so close
\nto the moment of truth,
\nthe hour of midnight,
\nand Dad paced the floor,
\nthe same path well worn,
\nwringing his hands
\nand his heart
\nas the dark of the night
\ninched ever closer
\ntoward morn.<\/p>\n

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On pins and needles
\nwas Dad as he paced
\nback and forth,
\nthose “wild and crazy” boys,
\nmy brothers alas,
\nvery close to missing curfew,
\nthat magical midnight hour,
\nAGAIN.<\/p>\n

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Of course my sisters and I
\nnever gave him cause to fret,
\nwe knew the rules
\nso much better,
\nand haven’t forgotten
\neven yet.<\/p>\n

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But the brothers
\n(the eight of them),
\nnot quite so.<\/p>\n

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Back in the day,
\nlife so much simpler then,
\nnothing good,
\nmy father always said,
\never, ever, ever
\nhappened after
\nthat sacred midnight hour;
\nthey only happened before.
\nA simple rule,
\nnot hard to take,
\nwhen the lights went out
\nin our town right around eight.<\/p>\n

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Or so it seemed
\nas I look back on it now,
\nand smile at the antics
\nmy sweet brothers pulled
\nas they always cut it so close,
\nDad pacing the floor
\nwringing his hands,
\nwaiting for them
\nto sneak through
\nthe front door
\nas midnight approached.<\/p>\n

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And they did.<\/p>\n

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And Dad to this day
\nwould be so glad to know
\nand proud of his sons
\nwho remember to this day
\nthose wise words
\nhe’d say.<\/p>\n

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And they know
\nand we know
\nthat he knew
\nof what he spoke \u2013
\nthat nothing,
\nor almost nothing good
\nhappens outside the front door
\nafter the clock strikes
\nthat sacred hour
\nof midnight
\nand that,
\nat least most of the time,
\nFather really does know best.<\/p>\n

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(c) barbara kausteklis 11-23-12<\/p>\n

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Written for this week’s CPC Friday Fling\/
\n“The Friday Fling Formulates Fabulous Fables.”<\/p>\n

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http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/100322\/the-friday-fling-formulates-fabulous-fables\/<\/a><\/p>\n

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Thanks always for visiting and commenting.<\/p>\n

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Big Hugs<\/p>\n

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~barb~<\/p>\n

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