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My Dear Makoko

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Under the warm brown waters of that ever busy bridge
Stood thin bamboo sticks running down below
They ran deep down the soft sea soil
Bearing the homes of many above
Canoes paddled away sourcing for fishes below
They will take again from these waters
For they too are aquatic settlers


Leading to the top rested hundreds of wooden homes

Houses without doors or compounds
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My Dear Makoko
Monday, February 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: existence
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Edward Kofi Louis 18 April 2017

Houses without doors! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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