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The Missing Sunday

Imagine Sunday being missed in the week

Similar to somebody that is scared to speak

It would feel like something is not right

As difficult it was to tell black from white

 

A missing Sunday means no rest

Nothing would be better or the best

No friends, family, games or fun

Like silent public streets with the missing sun

 

Sunday is about feet up with a cuppa

And playing with your cute little bubba

No stress, work or worries

Avoiding the noise and the hurries

 

Make the most of your Sunday

Also known as your fun day

Don’t stress about the coming week

Just clip your wings and tie your beak!

 

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◄ The Parcel Courier

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