The Perfect Pass Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The Perfect Pass



The perfect pass!
It is not over until,
The last whistle is blown from the referee;
So, be much determined and focused on the game.

Dreams,
Businesses!
Talents,
Motivations;

Bus, business!
From the blue,
From the red,
And, from the blues of love.

Love!
I know how it means to me;
Love!
I know how it means to you;

A glamorous woman!
To get to that point;
A handsome man!
To get to that point;

The game!
Attractive and exciting;
It is not over until,
The last whistle is blown by the referee.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: game
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Edward Kofi Louis

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