Kodjo Deynoo Poems

Rain drop, drip, drape..
Drapes, drops, drips
And then I'm drenched..
What to do, with my broken brolly..
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Story, story told
How easy it could be in stories told
To turn the white swan, black in stories told
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Clifton will always be royal
The host of Bristol; oh Britania

Like the Queen's finest
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I picked a gem off the floor
On the beach shoreline
And a thousand waves sang in chorus
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