It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with blue sky and warm sun.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with mooing cows and neighing horses.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with smiles and tears.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with trust and fear.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with running on bails and a mare following eating occasionally.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday with warm homemade apple crisp and hot coca.
It’s a Sunday, a Sunday that will come again next week with a different story,a different day, a different kind of peace.
It’s a Sunday.
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