Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Chaloupka, chalk, pal, clap, lap, nap, cop, cup, Paul, coup!
And, like the rush hour in downtown;
With the muse of your lover who lives in a small town in Africa.
With the sweet muse of your lover.
To care for;
With innovative ideas.
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