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Thank God, It's Friday

I'm on an island marooned a lonely castaway beached at the waterline launching bottles out to sea abandoned high and dry my boat went down it ran aground but wait what's that I see can it be a footprint in the sand someone to lend a hand my ship's come in it's at the quay no more sending signals from the shore the weekend's here to rescue me

Copyright © Martin Howard Samuel

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