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Alvin waits for Shakila, She is so slow sometimes, Doesn't she know I have to be there on time? I've spun around the house and combed my hair, I'm ready to go. She has to have her coffee and curly-fries, She's so fat now, can she drive? I will be late coz its expected of her, Everyone knows she is behind. Excuses no longer matter, She is still my best friend, Even though she is slow. I sometimes think, She needs rest. She acts crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy, But she takes me places, But never on-time.
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Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
Alvin
Alvin waits for Shakila, She is so slow sometimes, Doesn't she know I have to be there on time? I've spun around the house and combed my hair, I'm ready to go. She has to have her coffee and curly-fries, She's so fat now, can she drive? I will be late coz its expected of her, Everyone knows she is behind. Excuses no longer matter, She is still my best friend, Even though she is slow. I sometimes think, She needs rest. She acts crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy, But she takes me places, But never on-time.
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Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
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