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Sunday MorningsA Poem by GeeAn overview of a typical Sunday morning |
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Day 9A Chapter by Willem GrayDay 9 Today is a Sunday. I dread Sundays. I used to dread them when I was much younger, because of the hour or so I was forced to sit with a bu.. |
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Sunday SongA Poem by Nadia_2I think on Sunday,We are all the same.The clock stops ticking,And we can enjoy the gentle rain.I think on Sunday,The sun shines a little brighter.The .. |
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Sunday morningA Poem by james l navasding dong the church bell chimesla la the choir boy rhymes,amen the preacher leadsbegging he upstairs forgive our evil deeds,babe in the corner scream.. |
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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE BLACK HOLE OF SINA Chapter by Peter RogersonA recollection from childhood of a small boy's terror in a dark place |
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sheets of night skyA Poem by hdeanIt is Sunday morning, and it is 4 am. I have always found choral music to be extraordinarily peaceful It’s like my soul has b.. |
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Sunday MorningA Poem by Jane DoeYou rise from your bed, the very thing which lulled you to sleep as you lie awake in the early hours of the night, as the black night sky infiltra.. |
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Labrador in the WindowA Poem by Emily LThe large window with the indigo, radiant, natural light beamingthrough revealing the inside of the living room that contained a bedwith a golden stee.. |
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SundayA Poem by L.D.warm glows on a bedroom windowsore muscles in a sleepy dazewiping away rest from my eyesI brace for monotonyI change but Sundays don'tthe look in my e.. |
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shaming the birdsA Chapter by Lyn Andersonsometimes the muse just takes you for the ride |
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Sunday MorningA Poem by MitchTaking in a perfect moment |
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Sunday AfternoonA Story by Raven WyntermoonMrs. Everclear woke up one morning and realized that she no longer needed her husband. Men have become useless in this day and age. So she tied him up.. |
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INNER EYE 1962A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL MEET ONE SUNDAY IN 1962 |
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Dreaming of MorningsA Poem by Beautiful IntentionsAm a sucker for a Sunday... |
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A Sunday PartitaA Poem by AnnaMay I at last lay my aching head to rest,may the daemons keep their distance for a night.So when I wake in the blistering summer morn,may my dreams ha.. |
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Birds in ChurchA Story by Russell GordonSunday School |
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