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Pass the bread, pass the peas, pass the butter, if you please Pass the food that we don't like, chicken cacciatore, umm, what a delight Pass the grapes, red wine is best, baked macaroni pasta put to the test Pass the napkins for our mess, and pass the blessings for our guests Pass the salt and the pepper, parmesan cheese shaker, now that's clever! Pass the jokes, and the coffee, Luisa's strawberry shortcake tarts are sweet and salty Pass the convo, pass the events, stories of grandparents in their teens Pass the much- needed laugh, to Uncle Joey who's always mad, maybe later he can pass it back Pass the good times, and the bad, Although some memories are sad Pass the plates, all the dishes, maybe Aunt Ginny will do the dishes Pass the times we ate so late; Pops took us out for a pizza date Pass the drama, pass the cries, pass by all the goodbyes Pass the hugs and the kisses, past loved ones we truly miss Pass the contacts, emails and numbers, pass the Twitter, snapchats and Tik Tok for the younger ones Past the time for us to leave, passing more kisses in disbelief Pass the coatrack near the door, dinner with family is never a chore Never more, we know that time will pass again, for us to be together in a family way
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
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Pass the bread, pass the peas, pass the butter, if you please Pass the food that we don't like, chicken cacciatore, umm, what a delight Pass the grapes, red wine is best, baked macaroni pasta put to the test Pass the napkins for our mess, and pass the blessings for our guests Pass the salt and the pepper, parmesan cheese shaker, now that's clever! Pass the jokes, and the coffee, Luisa's strawberry shortcake tarts are sweet and salty Pass the convo, pass the events, stories of grandparents in their teens Pass the much- needed laugh, to Uncle Joey who's always mad, maybe later he can pass it back Pass the good times, and the bad, Although some memories are sad Pass the plates, all the dishes, maybe Aunt Ginny will do the dishes Pass the times we ate so late; Pops took us out for a pizza date Pass the drama, pass the cries, pass by all the goodbyes Pass the hugs and the kisses, past loved ones we truly miss Pass the contacts, emails and numbers, pass the Twitter, snapchats and Tik Tok for the younger ones Past the time for us to leave, passing more kisses in disbelief Pass the coatrack near the door, dinner with family is never a chore Never more, we know that time will pass again, for us to be together in a family way
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
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