Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Eugen, gene, gun;
Living in the land of your muse;
But, be ready and, learn from the truth.
06: 58 A.M. in the land of your muse!
As the dogs barked at the thief;
Because of the act of the thief.
With the act of the thief;
But, now, let us face the nature of your work.
Of something that you can touch and hold;
After winning the prize! !
And, the thief came in in search of your prize.
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