Attoh Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Attoh
A letter to the Supreme Commander called Attoh,
There is a time to gather and a time to scatter;
And like the night before!
For she left early in the morning,
And i have to flip through the pages of love.
Come to me with your sincere heart and,
Let me trade with your love;
For i have to flip through her pages of love and,
To find the trade mark of her love that is left behind.
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