Jephson Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Jephson
Jephson, son, hoe, so, hoes, phone, one, Joe!
To live in Africa;
With the muse of love,
LIke the children playing in the rain.
The Royal Air Force!
Flying over my head;
But, i need peace in my home.
In constancy,
Flying so high!
With my mind;
because, i need to write to you.
Muse!
With one perfect rose on my side;
Like the Paper Qualifications in your land.
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