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Sunday bloody Sunday !!!🤣

Sunday bloody Sunday !!!🤣

Well what on earth will I do on this Springtime Sunday?

This is not my favourite day of the week I really have to say

And I have no idea at all why I always feel this way

But unless I am as busy as a little honey bee alas I feel a-bit somewhat dismay..

Of course I could always go out for a stroll and grab a cup of coffee at a watering hole

Or then again I could just stay put in my comfortable bungalow, and create one or two more verses that you will read I know

But sometime every now and then don’t we all need that little change

Oh if only I could jet off into that beautiful big blue sky to explore a land so strange

Haha now this is one thing I would absolutely love to do

But just like everybody else hanging on in these dam crazy Covid times, I cannot wander very far away so I am the very same as you

Now knowing all this lot is all very well

But this happens to be that Sunday bloody Sunday and I am as bored as hell !!!
 

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
if you can go out 
for tea or coffee
i would walk there and back 
i use to do that years ago 
in rain or snow you 
couldnt keep me in  

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Jill Tait

Ay I’m feeling lazy these days 🌹💕🌹

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Marion

Aw...how can you get bored churning out 300 poems a day??? 😃🤗🤗🤗

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Jill Tait

Teehee believe me quite easily lol 🤣🌹💕🌹

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