Edward Kofi Louis
Krutt - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The small machine and the big machine,
And to the rescue of the muse of your love;
But with the greatest of love at all times!
Move your body and learn my muse,
For i am Krutt in thegarden of love;
But you are impaired like drunk drivers!
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