Counting the days till my four day weekend,
Not that anything new or special will happen then,
Just me and my dogs, maybe some horrid turkey TV dinner,
Drink to oblivion a few nights, nurse hangovers the rest,
Then become clean and sober next week, only to do it all over again,
But this weekend, I get four nights!
Ahhh, isnt life grand, , ,
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