Rice and Bran

Rice and bran are both good friends,

They were both different but they are were a pair,

One was slim, the other a bit more fare,

Rice and bran were both always there.

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Rice and bran are both still friends,

Till one day, they came to a dare,

One grew up, the other remain stail,

Rice and Bran and another name Dare.

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Rice and bran are friends still,

They are now a face and one was the tail,

One was rich, the other went poor,

Rice and Dare, and Bran came poor.

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Rice the rich and Bran the poor,

Both were friends and now were foe,

Poor Bran who still remember Rice by name,

Rice on other hand went greedy with fame.

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Rice the filth and Bran the poor,

One was greedy and the other was hurt,

Rice got lost in the money he got,

Bran in other hand was still remember his friend by heart.

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Then oneday, the story turn side...

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Rice came poor,

Not a penny left besides,

Bran was rich,

Till he can't hide.

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When Bran found out of what became,

he search high and low for his friend, he aid,

Rice knew, and not want to face,

He hid so far till his legs when dead.

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Till the last grain of sand remain,

Rice was bedridden sick and to Bran dismay,

Rice said, " I was once rich and now i'm poor"

"I push you aside and forgotten your name".

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"why"

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"Do you still remember me by my name?"

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"Because dear friend, we were still friends to begin with".

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"Viva le Frienship.. Viva le Comment Fren"