I remember the very first day of our course
When we all were given a sleepy dose
Dressed in white corporate attire
You were blooming in a mass of mire
There is not a scintilla of doubt in my mind
Why they chose you from whatever they could find
And made you the head of the class
Just like a song that doesn’t sound good without the bass
Our first meet was originated by my innovative project idea
That led to my good image in mass media
Yes we had many complaints against each other
But nobody proved he was Dexter’s father
I know what they used to say behind your back
It feels as if they have gotten a big whack
From your perfect kind of attitude
That makes me think of touching wood
Three years passed by in a state of trance
Filled with all the excitement that I could stance
Now I am left with just our memories
That I will always cherish till my time flies.
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