A letter to Quaah my friend;
With the muse of peace and joy!
But, it is time for the ducks to swim in the pond.
Desert Storm! !
In the land of your muse;
As the air is now polluted with the sand.
Life!
People make choices everyday;
But, let your yes always be yes.
Age, triage!
With the muse of your love;
But, this letter goes to Quaah my friend.
Swipe, wipe!
To wipe it with your hands;
As the rains set in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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