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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Longing

Eight to eleven year-olds
Have magic
Untainted charm
I long thee

I jog back
Away from your doorsteps
Along the dusty road
I taste my dusty teeth.

You grow up
So does the man in my mirror
But not me
I refuse!

I long thee.
Radi Junior
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Edward Kofi Louis 24 October 2015
Along the dusty road of life. Nice work.
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