A Nice Herb Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A Nice Herb



It was a very nive herb so,
I tasted it to satisfy my mind;
And i am now free with the muse of my mind.

A nice herb,
In Copenhagan with the stone ladies!
But this muse of love was like a shrouded mystery to touch,
Because of their nakedness last night!

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