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Friday


Friday morning,

Take my seat.

Little sleep,

Feeling beat.

 

Thirsty Thursday

Kicked some ass.

Don’t care –

Was a blast.

 

Teacher rambling

On and on.

Not listening –

Mind is gone.

 

Throbbing headache,

Just won’t quit.

So hungover,

Don’t give a shit.

 

Wondering what

Lecture’s about.

Never mind,

Class is out.

 

Heading home,

Relax, renew.

Friday night:

That means round two!

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