Sibylle Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Sibylle



Sibylle, by, bye, bile, is, ill, bill, bills;
Money!
With the honey of your love,
Dripping down in the valley of peace.

Problem solvers,
To click on the muse of love and, to bring joy to the world! !
And like a suitable candidate in the land of your muse;
However, the king was killed by his own slave.

Monday, February 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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Edward Kofi Louis

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