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Sunday Lunch

Off to Mother's for a lavish lunch I scoffed at others having brunch I arrived a little early so let myself in The lively old girl was repenting for sin I sat in wait for this wonderful feed Then heard the gate, it was her indeed We laughed and talked, but time was tickin' With her scarf, she walked off to the kitchen I anxiously awaited a three course meal What has she just plated... I can hardly deal Perhaps a roast for all the presents I've bought her I deserved the most since I'm the son, not the daughter But all I got was Toast, Mince and One Glass of Water !!!

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Date: 10/22/2018 6:33:00 AM
As long as it had the 'magic Mother's touch' to it I'm sure it would have been fine. Take heart, could have been just bread and water Francis.....Maria :)
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Francis Crasto
Date: 10/22/2018 6:50:00 PM
Haha yes Maria , the toast was buttery , the mince was oh so tasty and the water washed it all down just perfectly :)