Harri Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Harri



Harri is my friend and my mother is now very old,
So Harri will always come around to help;
For the singing birds on my mother's farm are like,
The crown of joy sharing together!
And we will be there always for each other.

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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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