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Sunday.

Date Written: September 3, 2017
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Sunday can be a dull day and things can float away.  Something hard to get to grips and there can be trips and slips.  Sometimes there is football on the box, sometimes it is best to change your socks.   Roast lunch and Yorkshire puddings, church services and prayers.  Time to tune a few guitars, time to visit a few bars.  Work in the morning, best to heed the gaffer's warning. My thrombotic leg aches, it always aches.  Nothing I can do about that, it's raining best find my hat.  Time for coffee and a bun, time to meet friends and have some fun.

 

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