Sunday.

Living for a life of life
When death of death is on the way.
Man of men is the payer of prayer
While singing of a song of psalm.
Churches slip the chorus of men
But birds chirp the core of chords.
Praising needs a beat of heart
Though the pulse of men are purses big.
Sunday this day, this today
If you think and ink everyday.
Sabbath is for humanity
So live it ho! man it today.
Sunday, Sunday come today
While all the days are ahead o babe`.
Gladys Stephen intrinsic instinct.

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