Simple Sundays
My Sundays may seem all the same.
We go to church, come home and eat.
I call my two with same last name,
And work on jig-saw as a treat.
I write a poem and read some, too.
I like them all, not just a few.
I call my friend, we chat and pray,
And seek His help for each new day.
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