Edward Kofi Louis
Cole - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Cole, cod, do, doe;
A group of gangsters,
The man pulled the gun at him and,
Snatched his bag.
With the muse of the land,
Full of trouble;
Consumed by incessant talk.
In the land;
With the gangsters.
Grinding everything to a halt;
Of the picture;
In the land,
And, the man pulled a gun at him.
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