Edward Kofi Louis
Edgar - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The last four in a race!
But only three of them will receive nedals;
Ranging from Gold, Silver and Bronze! !
And, the Fourth Placed will go home empty handed.
Run the race to be among the best three!
Edgar my lover;
And receive a medal for your efforts in this land of joy.
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