Friday, Again Poem by Stefano Francavilla
Friday, Again
To all of you
who tired are,
waiting, impatienly,
for a weekend to come,
i wish you the best of fun,
strings attached in a loaded van
or boots and high heels in a fancy club.
No matter really does,
for all of us,
how good the weather is,
how up the euro goes.
Be ready, by the way,
good things last less,
the night will end,
a couple of poached eggs
and there you go again.
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