Peace, splendour and marvellous,
A day for Glory and some nice breads,
Maybe as well a pinch of laziness,
A day when lightness spreads.
A day to recover,
From the heaviness of the bygone week,
A day to prepare and make cover,
For the battles that we seek.
All sundays are unique,
As it is the best day of a week.






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