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Sundays are not like everydays
If called for work no ways
You sleep till late and laze
You get wake up by sun-rays
You sit at the table and gaze
Nothing much for lunch just maize
Not going anywhere any ways
Listening to music song ablaze
Sitting on the couch playing maze
You win all steps and feel amaze
At last not much done but lays
And now just waiting for other days