dear Friday night,
I've been waiting for you. You smell like clean hair, you taste like beer and lasagna. You sound like a wonderful cover of Daft Punk's "get lucky", by San Cisco . in the past, maybe I have taken you for granted. but tonight, I realise how lucky I am to have you as a permanent fixture in my life.
thank you, for being there. I will not waste you needlessly; I will not regret you; I will always speak of you with fondess. I will treat you the way in which I would like to be treated- a quality so often lost on others I loved.
peace, love and cold brown ales to you, Friday.
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