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Sundays too my father got up early
        and put his clothes on in the blue black cold,
        then with cracked hands that ached
        from labor in the weekday weather made
        banked fires blaze..no one ever thanked him.
        I'dwake and hear the cold splintering ,breaking.
        When the rooms were warm,he'd call,
        and slowly i would rise and dress,
        fearing the chronic angers of that house
        Speaking indifferemtly to him,
        who had driven out the cold
        and polished my good shoes as well.
        What did i know, what did i know
        of love's austere and lonely offices?