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Tue, 09/30/2014 - 23:14 -- AddyJ

Old favorites enjoyed habitually

Sunday synonymous with brunch

A week (a lifetime?) ending finally

My family, my friends, my brunch

 

Mornings, fasting

Mass, everlasting

11 A.M. sharp

Running about

Internalizing shouts

My family

My friends

My brunch

 

Seated, waiting, worries now bound

Around the table, peace is found

In the moment, begins the joy harvest

 

I am not biased

Nothing supersedes

My family, my friends, my brunch

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