Cherokee Akan Ewe
Three Individuals More - Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe
Poet's Notes about The Poem
working on my DBAS closer to Grand Openings takes precision patience and purpose away from my past and into the sharp point of my future. See i don't be involved in these sexualities out here onground and no internet dumb stuff that ain't me thats why i put a disclaimer on here that whatever you see that maybe similar ain't my work or collaboration with any no as i do not see these people onground and talk with them onground so on here it is called an account a user account..get me? Okay. Now back to these drinks and planning you take a look into your local department of health and human swrvices to the secretary of state and just do your research. I stay active on the next step and keep networking by the degrees. Like i always focus on what i never before and apply to with simulation to see if the move will work. As you see i am not into getting a club up first as a drink is pretty simple. Humans require water and with the right alchemy a drink can save a life and better a life wholistically. When they see the label i want the customer to feel a type of way and when they choose the drink i want the customer to believe in the brand affecr and the educational intellect so when their inside body taste the happening the organs and glands will feel appreciative. Its all about being humble and being peaceful. Its easy to make a profit these times though how many come back for peace vs war? And im not competing with no product or service... i just peep out the vacancy like oh thats my spot! Got it. Locked it. Down. Pure science and mathematics actually. No emotion needed for me just motivation and the plan and keep at mine. I never sleep cause sleep is the subtle cause of ya death.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 13, 2018
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