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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Any day I feel


I'd forgotten today was Friday…?
It could be any old day of the week…?
No making plans for the weekend to come
No future plans too tweak.

I remember I once was so eager
Couldn't wait for what was to come
Though nine out of ten times all Friday nights meant
A fight to spoil my fun.

But some Friday nights were so special
When my dreams and desires were fulfilled
Now they're just memories I sometimes remember
This Friday that could be any day I feel.







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