Hoarded Ii Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Hoarded Ii
Oppressors,
Comforters,
Hoarded;
But do not let your mouth cause your body to sin!
For there is a proper time and procedure for every matter,
And like your state of mind in the land of your muse.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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