Thursday, 19 September 2019

It's Friday Night

It''s Friday night,
Time to unwind,
And bid farewell.
To the work spell.

It's Friday night,
Time to get high,
With laughter and smiles,
All the way till the sun is up high.

It's Friday night,
Time to forget,
The struggles of life,
And enjoy every moment like it's our last.

It's Friday night,
Time to tick off plans,
To getaway that's nearby,
Or just plain long drives .

It's Friday night,
Time to kick that ass,
Off to dance floor,
Swaying up our hands.

It's Friday night,
Time to heal the pain,
And get back with new energy,
To restart again.
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