Lets freshen up our beds,
Lets eat some cheese and bread.
Lets go for a stroll,
It's Sunday after all!
The birds are chirping loud
To entertain the crowd.
No move is feeling small,
It's Sunday after all!
When picknick time is done,
And shadows have grown,
We'll go to a mall,
It's Sunday after all.
When evening's in half way
We crave to rest, we may.
Back home we return.
It's Sunday after all.
Blue screens lule us to sleep,
Tomorrow's day is steep.
We will recall it all—
Sweet Sunday after all...
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It s Sunday After All
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