Compote Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Compote

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To solve,
To resolve,
With the muse of your sweet dish of love!
At the garden of the Tea-Party;
Rice, Maurice!
But, everyone has his or her own ways of life.

The muse of love,
To the archive of peace;
With something that you cannot forget!
To do what you believe in and, doing it right;
With the joy of your heart and, in righteousness.

Thursday, January 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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