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Mar 2013
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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