Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sundays Past</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Sunday mornings you would wear a dark suit<br>With a tie and shiny shoes you are ready to en route<br>The church bells would ring calling for morning mass<br>While you check the weather through the window glass<br>A last glance in the mirror and you are on your way<br>You join the church goers without any further delay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walking over uneven cobblestones in our small town<br>Children would jump on the sidewalks up and down <br>Dressed up for church everyone is wearing their best<br>Thinking about the priest and what they have to confess<br>Men lifting their dark hats as they wish a Good Morning<br>Then pass by the cemetery bowing heads as in mourning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The church bells now ringing louder and more demanding<br>Calling all sinners to mass without misunderstanding<br>I always knew that right then the decision was made<br>And it was agreed to skip church without being afraid<br>Through the old alley you and others took a known detour<br>Heading straight to the pub on the corner that is for sure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around noon I would go to meet my father by the church<br>And he would talk about mass having done some research<br>At home my mother would just smile and shake her head<br>While my father gave her a wink that was hardly misread<br>Joking around we would eat lunch smiling with every bite<br>Keeping my father's Sunday secret and the world was alright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kristina+Louisa+Carr">Kristina Louisa Carr</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431217" data-title="Sundays Past de Kristina Louisa Carr" data-description="On Sunday mornings you would wear a dark suit
With a tie and shiny shoes you are ready to en route
The church bells would ring calling for morning mass
While you check the weather through the window glass
A last glance in the mirror and you are on..."></div>
</div>
</div>