Marred Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Marred



The Hoover hooves and the cutter cuts,
But here i stay standing and waiting for you at the door;
And like the vessel that he or she makes of clay in this town,
But the same act is now marred in their hands!

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Edward Kofi Louis

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