Thank God, It's Friday
Author: Bench


Thank God, it's Friday
I can wake up late tomorrow.
No one to bother me...
Except for the newsboy who comes around at 6,
Shouting at the top of his lungs
That my dailies are in.
And for laundry woman who comes in at 7
Turning me out of my room
So she can wash the sheet too.
I almost forgot, I have some repairs to be done,
At 8, the carpenters are set to come.



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