Walk in styles

This poem talk’s into the moment we used to play with our siblings and friends, and when we visit them in a place they were, and they got surprised, because they didn’t know how and when we got there.

What always happens is by the fact that we have to walk in styles, very slowly and without matching the ground so much for them to realize we were coming to the place.

And most times, coupling with the fact that we have already told them, we were not going to be there. This was something a friend of mine was used to, I mean, he so much like to do it, and whenever we went to their place to asked him to come with us, as we were going to have some game’s in the environment.

Although most times he will be busy in the house helping in his house chores, but the deal was, we were already through with ours, and he will tell us, he is not going to be there, and so we should get ahead and go and play.

But later on, we will see him, and how and when he got there, was mostly a surprising thing’s for us, but on the other hand, it usually got us happy for having him there with us.

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