If I Ask
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Miss “worry”
You feel sorry
For not carrying
The date you had conveyed
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I searched for an answer
But developed cold feats and fear
You were nowhere near
I could distantly hear
Your steps were causing me an anxiety
You looked simple with beauty
Like priceless deer
You ran here and there
Your had fragrance and smell
Still it did not go well
You were searching for the same
Now who is to be blamed?
I feel no remorse
But worry of course
You shall be in tears
If I ask you something to bear!
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