Friday isn’t Friday yet
Until the afternoon
When all last minute must do’s
Are no longer table-strewn
Tidied up and stashed in drawers
The stumped and do next week’s
Thoughts of being in control
A weekend full of aimless peaks
Our Friday friend is standing by
To opens doors on our way out
To breathe the air of devil may care
As we repair to showing out
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