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In the Happy Hours of Weekend

In the happy hours of weekend I am feeling slightly weakened Gazing idly at the screen Seeing pictures I have seen Reading articles I’ve read Noting comments that were said Sandy beaches, blazing sky Last minute offers never die Ads with same off beaten ways Looks like life fails to amaze It’s not so – life goes like train Every new day brings new pain Days are stations on my track They go forth, but don't come back.

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