My Friday

M-y Friday goes like this… Y-ou may read on F-reed from the worst nightmare by the crowing of a rooster at five in the morning R-unning on the track like there is no other morning I-t’s noon now, so dehydrating that I wish to calm the sun with something cool D-oing my kind of job, being stuck in my own head at times, I consider it pretty cool A-nd now when the sun poses from its next angle, isn’t it amazing that I’m meeting five again? Y-es, I have finally met the other five of the day and I’m heading home for my Nike to hit the track again