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Friday

Friday is running around the world with thick coats and boots, buckets umbrella and shoes and cup soups to warm the travelers’ feet. The birds are flying in the air looking for some beautiful girls to woo, but the Halloween queen is breaking bread with the dignitaries walking up and down in heaven and the spell cannot be broken unless you have the code to move you to the other side of the mountain. The Friday minstrel is in town, and people have gathered around in the street in a temperature below zero degrees. The big band is on stage and bodies are moving all over the place, legs are shaking, people are embracing and a dancing mania is spreading in the street to a precarious rhythm and beat; everyone is enjoying it, and everywhere they go the people are celebrating it. Bus loads are coming in and the people are catching on to the frantic rhythm and the dance mania begins. Once you enter the town, you automatically become spell bound, you cannot run away from it, you have to be a part of it. You have to plan your trip carefully and don’t eat from everybody, observe what is in the kitchen, the, fork, spoon, knives, cups and the musical sheet arranged to give you that significant beat. Look straight in the people’s eyes and you will understand the mood and the secret to their jewel and if you don’t understand, just ask the “henchman.” Friday is on the move and you have got to get into the groove, you have got to get the people’s attention, and get them out of the warring mood into the mania groove; They will soon forget get their troubles, the pain, the sacrifice and the worries and before the break of day destiny, will be on the way, let’s go and see the show its Friday!

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