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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344618" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Girls' Night Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To our favourite pub in town, my friends and I, hurry.<br>For just over a fiver, we can order a drink and a curry.<br>From the bar, we grab our change and various drinks, <br>And there’s a loud chorus of ‘cheers! ’ as glasses clink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At our table, we catch up on each others lives, <br>As a waitress brings each of us, forks and knives.<br>There’s a delicious aroma of food lingering in the air, <br>And my pangs of hunger, I almost can no longer bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sit there chatting and laugh at each other’s jokes, <br>Whilst eyeing up some really dropp dead gorgeous blokes.<br>A waitress approaches, and puts our food on the table; <br>We’re starving and we all tuck in, as soon as we are able.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we all get stuck in, our chatter is held, slightly, at bay, <br>Until the waitress returns, to clear our empty plates away.	<br>I peruse the dessert menu and find myself unable to resist<br>Chocolate fudge cake, served with cream. Mmm! Pure bliss! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the bar, I order my wickedly indulgent, calorie filled, treat, <br>And now feel happy and contented that my meal is complete.<br>I grab my purse as it’s my turn to buy another round of drinks.<br>Into the tall glasses, the ice cubes, dropp with a musical PLINK! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In high spirits, we decide to leave the warmth of the pub, <br>And head up town, to continue our night out, at a night club.<br>The DJ plays some fabulous Eighties retro dance tracks, <br>And the illuminated dance floor is almost constantly packed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We’re soon on the dance floor, dancing the night away, <br>And, there, until the early hours of the morning, we stay.<br>By the time the club closes, we’re almost dead on our feet, <br>Having spent many a happy hour, dancing to the disco beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the end of the night, we all head home to our beds.<br>We’re feeling happy, but very tired, it has to be said.<br>We tumble into our beds and very soon, we fall asleep, <br>And, from not a single one of us, is there another peep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a><div class=q>
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And there’s a loud chorus of ‘cheers! ’ as glasses clink.

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