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Playground filled with innocent titters

from little demons’ games ages between

4 to 9. Guardians are just around

the corner, looking after their little ones

against accident of fall or tripping off.

Yes, Sunday is certainly quite a family day



Mother wakes up at four a.m. for this day

as Sunday is always their titters’

day. A day where they can put work to off

and bring their children to a place between

joy and delight, sure to impress their little ones

after all, weekdays shall soon come around.



Father is the driver as usual, checking around

making sure everything will be okay for the whole day.

and no one shall be left behind. Their little ones

are 4: two boys and two girls. Their titters

can make a mirror splinter between

the front and the backseat. They can’t be put to off



the light posts are still on, many are now off

to walk. The sunset is a beautiful sight around

for their eyes to marvel. And in between

the clouds’ formations are the promise of the day

along with the the siren of the ship and titters

from overjoyed gladness of the little ones



At last, they are here to frolic, the little ones

in their quest play can't just be stop so off

they go to places wearing their usual titters

As their background to merry making around.

This is their moment, their precious day

No one can snatch this chance, between



Red and white, they know nothing off in between

they know only the present madness their in. Little ones

of innocent joy and err, ignorant pleasure of Sunday’s

best. Mom and Dad are contented to their laughs off

running here and there, tagging each one around.

Tomorrow, they'll be back to sober ways of no titter.



I love to freeze that titter on the lips of the little ones

their madness between my eyes are awesome. I’m off

now, I know I’m gonna see them around next Sunday.