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Friday at 7
Walking through the door,
 I can never get far
 Without someone saying "hello"
 The welcome reassuring me
 That I am home.
 
 We hardly know each other,
 but when the sisters and brothers
 gather at the table
 we can talk,
 Unlocking something new
 from each person,
 buried treasure finally opened.
 
 We sing in joy
 And in that closeness we are
 A community 
 bound and surrounded by love,
 and every time we end a song,
 We are smiling.
 
 In this house we are a family
 Each new guest who steps 
 through the door is welcomed,
 a new link to a long chain
 that will never end
 As long as there is room for one more.

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