Friday Night

By TheShyAssassin

Sat, 15 Dec 2018
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So we laugh at the sadness of yesterday
Yet weep at the hope of tomorrow
The evening which will not forgive us.
The morning that might cut us slack.
And we laugh in the pub.
All friends till we’re sober.
While children sleep hungry
Our cups runneth over. 
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Submitted by Nolan on

True. Where are you going for New Year's?