Edward Kofi Louis
Levchin - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Levchin, chin, in, hen, vine, he, live!
As easy as possible with the sweet muse of your love;
But, with a lot of top secrets in your land.
Tasting it for the las time because of war;
With fame and glory;
Like a howl at midnight;
But, as easy as possible with the sweet muse of your love
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