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Friday feeling

Am driving home on friday,

Both hands on the wheel.

I like to turn the radio off,

Sometimes its good to feel.

In that place thats good to be,

The weekends on the way.

I wish the world could feel like this,

Its all inclusive, no need to pay.

I think its time to shout it loud,

Get a few things straight.

Work is a small part of life,

But life is with your mates.

Think I just got lucky,

Chasing money is a crime.

In life you cant go back,

Make the most of precious time!!!

You will fall, in love,

Take my word on that.

It takes years of falling,

Before you see the facts.

When you know its right,

You wont even have to ask.

Always just be you,

See the man without the mask

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Christopher Correia

Grant enjoy your approach with this poem; free and easy, just like Friday evening should be expressed; right with you on this one....In Toronto during the summer; (not so much now; cold and raining,) lots of folks head north to cottage country with that feeling, just can't wait for May 2, 4; American translation; May 24th...2,4 refers to a large case of beer....cheers man, enjoyed the tone and sentiment, very cool write

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Grant Wright

Thanks Christopher, you pretty much nailed it. Its for everyone to enjoy and feel, no matter where.

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Grant Wright

Thanks Cherie, that was our wedding day. Full scottish dress kilt on of course. Hope you are well. xx

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