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Healy Fallon Mar 2016
Wine-soaked sundays
what a time to lounge


Wine-soaked sundays,
full of cheese and pearls


Wine-soaked sundays,
what an hour to cackle!

Wine-soaked sundays,
when the obligations melt

Wine-soaked sundays,
when we are softly raw


Wine-soaked sundays,
when ladies conduct "leisure"

Wine soaked sundays,
where the smiles conceal nothing
A riff on the underbelly of the paradise called American suburbia :)
Bekah Halle Mar 1
I love Sunday for its quietness,
I love Sundays, for there is no rush.
I love Sundays for writing poetry.
I love Sundays for the hush.
I love Sundays for the calm before the storm.
I love Sundays because my mind reboots to the norm.
I love Sundays because I can take my soul for a walk,
And let it roam across heavenly realms.
I love Sundays to be without an agenda that I have to chalk.
I love Sundays, to remember.
I love Sundays, and that's where I will be,
Loving You more without animosity.
Sundays come and Sundays goes
Monday follows Sundays,
Monday brings with it a brand new week,
Some times Monday brings with it rain.

Mondays some times has sunny days,
The sun is nice and bright,
Autumn brings with it Indian Summers,
warm days and cooler nights.

I hear the thunderstorms come through,
It cools off all the week,
It makes it a lot more comfortable
for everyone to sleep.