Joby Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Joby



Joby, job, boy, joy!
Minutes,
With the fingers,
On the pain.
Abel, able!
Love one another and,
Live in peace on this earth.
Minutes,
With the fingers,
On the organ;
Playing it with the muse of your mind,
Like Mozart.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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