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Time To Spare There's one day in the Fall When time stands still. We have sixty minutes To do with what we will. When I turn the clock back, And have that extra hour, I think I'll spend it all Just singing in the shower. No, I'll shop for new shoes, And when it's time to close, I'll get out my extra hour To look for panty hose. Or maybe I will use it Before kids come from school. That'd be one blessed hour For peace and calm to rule. When I have that extra hour, The best thing I could do, Would be to use it wisely, And spend it all with you.
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