Edward Kofi Louis
Duflo - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Duflo, of, old, do, fold;
Everything is for a purpose in this life!
And, there is time for everything.
The living of the poor!
The economy of the poor;
With the poorest of the poor.
To the four winds.
Fresh and lovely;
And, with the muse of peace.
Of the known and the unknown;
But, with the muse of care.
With the person of the year in this town;
But, the mind of wisdom brings about great peace.
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