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FAMILY DINNER
It’s a Sunday
We went to church our own way
Sisters conspired
Ate and drank ‘til we were tired
Mama caring
Asked me how you have been faring
It’s no mean feat
I told her for you to simply eat
A home needs holding hands
Even riotous children understand
These times are nuts
Another bottle fills our cups
We went to church our own way
Sisters conspired
Ate and drank ‘til we were tired
Mama caring
Asked me how you have been faring
It’s no mean feat
I told her for you to simply eat
A home needs holding hands
Even riotous children understand
These times are nuts
Another bottle fills our cups
Published 12th Apr 2022
| Edited 14th Apr 2022
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