Pious Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Pious



Shoots, boots, roots, loots, hoots, moots, coots, foots, toots;
And like thw indow of Pious facing that of yours!
For the rains have set in and you are ready for love,
But try to respect the muse of nature in times like this.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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