Weary Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Weary



Worry, weary, merry, marry!
And like a wild donkey accustomed to the wilderness;
But to fade away like a leaf was the muse of your love.

As filthy as rags,
No need to weary,
Sniffing the wind but,
Who can restrain your lover?!!
And she is always around in your room.

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