SUNDAY SONG

Sunday always seems to be

The day my thoughts go flying free,

And times gone by return to me,

From yesterday.

 

A Sunday street's a bygone street

That echoes someone else's feet,

And other voices, soft and sweet,

From yesterday.

 

A Sunday bell's a timeless knell

That tolling has a tale to tell,

Reminding me when all was well,

From yesterday.

 

Sunday is the day I find

That brings love's treasure left behind,

Faces...places... in my mind,

From yesterday

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◄ TURNING BACK THE CLOCK

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John Coopey

Sat 22nd Oct 2011 22:11

Neat, MC. Clever alliteration "tolling, tale, tell, when, was, well". Nice rhythm. Keep the faith.

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