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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Poem 136: Sunday

Sunday is the greatest day, if you ask most then they will say
there's much 'bout Sunday they sure like, and much more they adore
For if you go to church there's friends and all day long the fun won't end
cause Sunday is like Saturday, a chance to life-explore.

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