Putting It On Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Putting It On
Pleasure, treasure, measure;
Outside,
Burning,
Beside,
Upon it,
Saying,
Putting it on! !
Earthen vessels,
Made of fire from flour with oil to satisfy your muse;
And like an egg boiled in a bronze pot.
Ring, bring, wring, spring, string!
Burn it on wood with fire;
And like a public charge in the name of war! !
But the exodus from North Africa to Europe is now noted to us all.
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