Evita Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Evita
The dolls are dancing for you oh my sweet Evita!
But there is polo in your blood;
So come around and let us have fun on this game,
And like the muse of your love in the garden of peace.
Your muse is like the Buckingham Palace,
But diamonds are not everything in this life;
And you can't expose what you are now doing in the public,
Because the dolls are now dancing for you! !
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