No Fault Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

No Fault



Hold, told, bold, gold, cold, fold, sold;
They made a fire of coals for it was cold!
Coal, foal, goal;
I've found no fault in you!
But put your sword back in its own sheath.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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