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JUST IN CASE




Let's begin from where we left off

We too mustn't be so soft

For life has all we need

But flour isn't food until you knead.


Anytime you pass by

Just in case we say hi

Friendship isn't what we mean 

So let not your response be mean

You might have overstepped your shoelace

And we can't consider it our back case.


Everyone is a king in his palace

So make allies 

Even with enemy spies

Until the last man dies,

Be mindful how fast time flies.


Hips they say don't lie

That which men see and sigh

Boys look and ask why

Do sweet oranges rise so high?


Beauty, I don't have a lot

Yet I have enough

Melons just to please the lot

Anytime the going gets though


But in case, just in case

My dreams surpass your thought

Join in my gentle race

Don't stick to what at childhood was taught


Make it not your back case

For so were we in our days

Thinking we wore the wrong size

Envy not my back side

For someone admires your dark face


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