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First Thing On Sunday Morning
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Poems of a Liberty City Native The aroma of eggs, and bacon frying in a pan,
The biscuits in the oven and grits on the stove;
That is a small breakfast prepared by a family man,
Who spent a night prior to prepare his kid's wardrobe.
First thing on Sunday Morning for a try,
We are going to be in church as a family;
The children, my dear lady, and I,
We are going to be in church as a family.
The started car and one child is still not ready,
Now, here we sit when could've been in now;
We arrive there late, but my mind is steady,
Steady on the word and to obey is my life's vow.
First thing on Sunday Morning for a try,
We are going to be in church as a family;
The children, my dear lady, and I,
We are going to be in church as a family.
