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Dec 2020
It’s a Sunday morning
There’s not a soul about
It’s quiet and peaceful
I don’t hear the kiddies shout
The silence is just wonderful
The stars are still out
The sky is black as night
There’s no sunrise yet
It’s Too early yet alright !
I hear an owl a hooting
He’s looking for a bite
I saw a star a shooting
It’s like the middle of the night
But it is early morning
And theres not a single light!
Everyone’s a-sleeping
Because it’s a Sunday morning,
And so we know it’s quite alright!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
Written by
Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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