Edward Kofi Louis
Oshiniwa, show, how, so, as, ash, has, was, saw, in, shin, sin, sow, now, snow!
With sleepless nights in the land of your muse;
Ever, never, believer, clever, lever, sever!
With the face of the sea and the love of the sky,
But, the sounds of the forest is all that i can hear from afar.
Take, sake, lake, mistake, bake, make, brake, rake, cake, quake, hake, stake, wake!
But, i just have to work harder until that time comes for me to be glorified in this trade of poetry;
Then, i will do it again to satisfy the muse of the masses who want to learn from my style.
Pound, found, sound, mound, round, hound, ground, bound, abound!
To feel the muse of my mind with the magical world around you today;
And like the fruits of the bananas and the apples in the land of your sweet muse.
The muse of life and the muse of love,
It has always been a thing of a smile on my face!
When peace rules in the minds of the people than war;
And, with the joy of my heart in the land of beautiful flowers,
However, you can take the man out of the ghetto but, you cannot take the ghetto out of the man.
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