Horace Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Horace
The secret of life!
In the eyes of the artist;
Horace, oar, race, or, ace, he, her, hoe, hoar!
But, too fat to ride on the horse.
Sweet, sweat!
Wine and meat,
With the sense of reality;
In the eyes of the artist.
Fish and wine,
Night fever!
Too thin to ride on the horse;
But, with the sense of purity in the land of peace.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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