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My favourite day
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Here I am, Friday night
The most favourite of all days,
When we fell like jumping
Like kindergarten kids
From our eight-hours chairs!
Home, we can get home!
We can have breakfast,
We can eat popcorn
Or order pizza
While the couch caresses us
With its homey pillows.
Friday night, when hopes are high
And Monday is far away
From our couch!
We made it throught the week
And of course we deserve some treats
A long bath, some sips of wine
Or some pages from our favourite
Magazine.
I love Fridays
They mean hope
And dreams
Rewardings and living!
By Sunday evening,
I am wounded by the tought
That all my plans were foolish
How could I think that I\'d be able
To accomplish all my to-dos\' list?!
But today it\'s Friday again!
My life is back to me,
At least for this one heavenly evening
When my favourite tunes
Are slowly pushing away
The worries for the past week.
I\'m going to bed now
Smiling, grateful
For another Friday!
And one more thing:
Don\'t ever die on Friday!
It\'s a pity dying on Friday
Monday makes more sense
To me to,
You know...
Good night, my best day,
My favourite, my Friday,
Good night!
January 12
Toronto
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- Adria Martin
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