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Easter Sundry

Easter Sundry Easter Sundry Easter Sundry For the 16 0f april Easter Sunday Ties and coats, dresses and hats, oh brother, where does he think he is going like that, dirty and homeless carrying his stuff. Does he not knoe it is Easter? We are all gussied up, our money in hand, ready to preen and to prance.Where did he think he was going? To Church like that, all dirty and poor? Not next to me and my family. We are the members of our community. We are Ties and coats, dresses and hats. We are ready for Easter. Homeless is not to be seen. Homeless is not to be found. We do not want the old homeless around. Does he not knoe it is Easter. Charles Robert Hice Copyright ©2006 Charles Robert Hice Charles Hice

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