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blame it on Sunday

we fell in love it was easy... like a Sunday morning ignoring the milk bucket as though chores didn't exist like a Sunday morning reading the comic section as though the front page never shed a tear like a Sunday morning watching a falling barometer as though sunshine and rain never fooled around like a Sunday morning crawling out of bed as though Saturday night never sinned like a Sunday morning squandering a fat paycheck on champagne breakfast as though collection plates overflowed while little devils skated on fresh ice we fell in love it was easy

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Date: 11/6/2017 1:53:00 AM
This is most enjoyable poetry, l.f ...and I know this one thing for sure: it might not be Sunday morning anymore -- but it has got my Monday morning off to a flyer! My best regards to you from "Merry Old England". :) john
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Date: 11/6/2017 9:47:00 AM
Brightly honored to have a visit from her majesty's finest, Sir John. Glad you got your fuse lit for another day in the trenches. Cheerios! ~ john too