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Friday night cocktails
Celebrates the cherished point
Where the clock hushes

The schedule was known
But saying goodbye still stings
Two month clock starts now

The art comes alive
Through simple audio blurbs
No one else exists

We called it a day
Lounging beat out quest for new
Was it age or sloth?

Without agenda
We straggle around corners
Meeting gobs of cats

Museum at night
Wandering through history
With no one around

Loathe setting alarms
Their ruckus breaks up my dreams
Always miss the end