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Wash em' Up

Every night at 6:45 my Dad would walk through the door
He had a hardware store one town over
He worked a long day  
Came home, parked in the garage , went in the downstairs bathroom
Washed his hands with Lava soap to get the grime off
Came upstairs for dinner that my Mom had prepared
Even after he retired  
Anytime hands had to be washed  
He would always say "Wash em' Up"
In retirement though the soap got nicer  
You remember these things  
Grateful for the memory
Rituals of the past burned in and tidy  
He was a good man
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