"EASY like sunday mornin"
lionel richie. thx!
Q: what do YOU think of when you think of sunday mornin?...
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SOME men may think of golfing or lounging around in sweats and a tee AFTER washing the car and/or mowing the lawn and THEN for a leisurely day of sports (perhaps the play-off) while washing down an ice cold beer
THERE are some, however, who extend the workweek by crunching numbers and reviewing stock options...
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SOME of us recollect sunday school | followed by morning service | followed by chicken dinners & bake sales | often followed by a visit to another ministry *OUR pastor already in the pulpit - lightly patting away beads of sweat from his brow* smiling and nodding while proudly eyeballing HIS choir JUST before they rise - in unison - And march to the visitor's section choir stand | choir robes swaying | bibles toted - then THE hymn - followed by the word And finally home.
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WE have the ole school grandmothers who look forward to preparing sunday dinner WITH their children and grandchildren gathered around the dining table... the unmistakable aroma of collard greens | corn bread | oven baked mac & cheese | pot roast | green beans | potato salad AND the sweet smell of banana pudding | and german chocolate cake filling the house and permeating up & out the front door greeting US and every passerby-er
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MANY ladies have purposed this day to catch up on laundry and household chores *the scent of fresh linens rotating in the dryer* an occasional sip of wine | the "temptations" "gladys knight", OR perhaps a little more recent, "mary j. blige" playing in the background
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new york-ers ARE possibly already preparing for NEXT sunday brunch - a good meal And really good convo - IN dressed down yet slightly high fashion... s/o to my baby girl "cateredbycoffey"
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i pressed pause - took it easy - And thought of my mom (my beautiful flower) the other sunday... ... the; tragic; short of my mom's story is: sadly!... she was kidnapped on her way to work one morning; violated; and murdered... ... Uh, tho she left us WAY too soon... ... my memory of her is as soft and sweet as a nice slow summer breeze on an easy sunday mornin! ripp my beautiful flower
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