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Sundays

26 Mar

I remember Sundays as a kid,

trying to get ready for Church.

With nine children in the house,

there was always missing shoes or socks.

We’d always listen to church music,

to set the mood,

while we ate our food.

When we walked through the doors,

to worship our Lord,

It would make you forget how the morning started.

When we came home,

the rest of the day,

was always okay.

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Posted by on March 26, 2012 in poem

 

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