Pamela Poem by OSMAN MAKAVELI KONNEH

Pamela



Oh my God i love so
Won't trade your love for a life full with gold
Every words sound through my mouth, originated from the soul
The reason I love you, will be a story to be told
But had had to tell you before, I lay stiff and cold
Oh, Pamela I love you so

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OSMAN MAKAVELI KONNEH

OSMAN MAKAVELI KONNEH

MONROVIA, LIBERIA
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