Mar 31, 2018Apr 12, 2018 by poetry of every day

What’s Good about Friday?

Friday what an awful day
The highest cost he’d pay.
Saturday I hid from sight
It was a long terrifying night
Sunday there you stood.
Now I know, Friday was Good.

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