Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Find Me A Home
This is the way,
This is the dream,
This is the path,
This is the poem,
This is the earthen clay!
And like the large image in your room;
But try to find me a home to lay my head.
Wind, mind, find, kind, bind, blind, grind, rind, hind;
The head of fine gold!
But, she was promoted to the next level;
Song, long, among, along, wrong, pong, prong, prolong, bong!
Breasts of silver;
And, with the stomach of bronze.
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