At The White Place Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

At The White Place

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Meeting you,
At the White Place in New York;
Like the muse of someone working at the Sugar Farm;
Waiting for the black molasses.
The sense of humour!
The sense of life;
But, let nature always show us the ways of the truth.
Love,
For your conduct and, for my conduct;
Meeting you,
At the White Place in New York.

Monday, February 23, 2015
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