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sunday mornin'

Sunday. The coffee knows, and my toes; I can't move either. Sunday. House is quiet, after the riot; it's a breather. Monday. Comes too fast, a weekend passed; not a pleaser. Sunday. Through a week, your silent break is just a teaser. Sunday. Feelin' lazy; it's all hazy...
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amy-ha
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Written by
amy-ha
45 / F
Published
Mar 22, 2015
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feeling lazy

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#silent#quiet#fast#work#sunday#weekend
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