Nimrod Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Nimrod



Nimrod, rod, in, or, rid, ion!
Why dress like a prostitute when, you are not one?
Travelling through your past! !
However, faith works together with the star of hope.

Friday, March 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dressed,faith,hope
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Edward Kofi Louis

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