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Come This Weekend

The days are long, The classes are slow, The evneings are quiet, The nights are black, Then you do it all again... But when the weekend starts, We relax in the day, We forget the classes, We fill the air with noise, We light up the night... Then its back to the long days, The slow classes, The quiet evneings, And the black nights, Till the weekend comes again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 12/16/2009 1:32:00 PM
Sounds like the week-end is the totality of your fun time. Keep the pen flowing. Sara
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Date: 12/16/2009 1:07:00 PM
I like the weekend though school is the one place i get to see my friends
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