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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Sunday Poem

Sunday

Time seems a little
hurried at times,
chores compressing rest,
all the rest,
what has to be done,
then we must
sit a
spell.

It is the day
we catch up all week
after saying
Monday through Saturday
I'll do it
tomorrow.

Even chores though
seem a little easier
just because it is
Sunday.

Sunday,
the air a little lighter,
for knowing we
can still say,
it is Sunday,
I'll do it tomorrow.

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