Each Day Again
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Each day again
I never knew
That how friendship grew?
To remain in mind
With impressive findI
remember
What made her?
To throw the smile
For a while
If she was of foreign accent
I could have not sent
Any overture
But I was really sure
She may have real
Kind and affectionate soul
I dared to say hello
And requested her to allow
Till from yesterday
And each day
I have found memorable smile
To address her color as no red or purple but as with that of black people
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