Just Sunday
It seems to be just another day...
Where once I packed a bag and on my way..
Choice of upper or lower to get to you..
A sweet breakfast chatting away as my eyes
study you..
A lovely drive holding my hand, listening to
music and a new band..
Our place where we can splash to fables, and
have a cozy meal..
Feeding you french fries to the beat of the bubbles
in our star lit field..
So today shall be a little different, choices we have
made..
So many wonderful memories that shall never fade..
I picked this one because it was a wonderful time in my past and not to many Sundays pass without a memory of these times.. Now my Sundays are a little different...but wouldn't change a thing... Michael
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