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Edward Kofi Louis

Bronze Star - 6,447 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)


Letters to your grandmother,
Nice and slow without the hockey sticks!
But, you cannot brow up doing the same thing in life.

Jackets and pockets,
And of the beasutiful sunshine with the golden weather;
But, the sharp knives have no mellow.

The accumulation of wisdom,
And of a fisherman like my type;
For my name is Yustman from Oman and,
I have something for you.

This love is deeper than many kisses!
But, i do have thie letter for your grandmother;
Because you are all that i need,
And like the echoes of love to blossom the beautiful flowers.

You are now riding on a Golden Carriage and,
I am sleeping on a Golden Bed!
And our neighbour who sits on thge Golden Stool is dressed in Gold! !
But, your love is all that i need.

Life is like the talking-drums,
Love is like the muse of heaven;
And of the melody of joy to play along with,
But this letter is for your grandmother.

Submitted: Friday, February 17, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 17, 2012
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