Saddle Ii Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Saddle Ii



Cattle, saddle, little, kettle, mettle;
Just as it was in your land!
Shuttle, mottle, bottle, hustle;
Just as it was with your muse;
Bustle, wattle, settle, battle! !
Just as it was from the beginning;
Before, fore, sore, core, more, lore, gore;
But, come home with me and refresh yourself!
And like the gift of love in the land of peace.
Gore, tore, pore, bore, wore, yore, ore!
With words of love to touch your heart in style;
However, don't pass me by.

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