Win A Prize Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Win A Prize



Run the race and win a prize,
For the food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food;
But i will live on always to see you grow.

Slow, glow, blow, flow;
That which was empty is now full,
But he who joins himself to a prostitute is in one body with her.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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