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Foreign Friday

Nostrovia! Raising fine beers
In the river of bubbling ethanol
We dipped our mugs
Forgot our tears
Lost our fears
And dived right in
Confidence in slurred speech
This is the Friday they teach
But, for me
Friday is you
The day I see you, lay in your arms
Eat in bed
Too grateful in love for
Hung over your love