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It is Sunday Dinner, And you are loved. Father is coming home soon, Mother promises to let you help in the kitchen. Your drawings are hang on the fridge, And a childhood movie is playing on the old TV. You are 7 years old, You are loved. But you don't remember being 7, You don't remember Sunday Dinner, Do you?
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
Sunday Dinner
It is Sunday Dinner, And you are loved. Father is coming home soon, Mother promises to let you help in the kitchen. Your drawings are hang on the fridge, And a childhood movie is playing on the old TV. You are 7 years old, You are loved. But you don't remember being 7, You don't remember Sunday Dinner, Do you?
Thepoetwholived
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
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