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Sunday · Vinnie Penn Poemcast

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  Speaker 1: Sunday comes with a melancholy and the bitter sting of
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  Speaker 1: days gone by. I was beave, but he wasn't Wally.
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  Speaker 1: I can't forget, no matter how I try. I'd get
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  Speaker 1: the front room. I'd get the TV head straight for
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  Speaker 1: Channel eleven, a cruller and some Johnny Weismuller. On the
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  Speaker 1: day that we talked about Heaven, Sunday now is a
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  Speaker 1: faded polaroid hung up on my fridge. I'm disconnected. I
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  Speaker 1: am paranoid, more than just a smidge. Bless me, father,
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  Speaker 1: for I have sinned, and Sunday's salt in those wounds.
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  Speaker 1: Some we lose and some we win. There's one sun,
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  Speaker 1: but many moons.