I am Friday


Some say i’m unlucky,
A few feel i’m the day for the dead,
But still most, love me,
Because my name is Friday.

Its true that the dead arise,
Those burried in coffins of work,
Friday nights turn wild,
When everyone is free from chains.

I’m like the summer showers,
That gives a relief.
Though short lived,
It gives all a chance to live.

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