Friday Night Lightless

Friday night
The sun descends
The heat abates
The work week ends
When you were young
You’d grab a brush
And paint the town
Now, there’s no rush
The cricket choir
Finds its tune
Anticipates
The rising moon
You raise a glass
Cool H2O
Another weekend
Here we go

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