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13 juin 2005

Ultimatum


You're always making me wait
Always arriving late
I don't know but at this rate
I should be losing faith
I feel I should reiterate
That tardiness I hate
Fumes from my head emanate
When you do this I get irate
Should this be my fate?
I would like to state
My sense of time is innate
So please don't make me wait
Please don't arrive late.

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