Witt Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Witt



Let me do it quietly and move on,
And take the gun out of my face!
Because i am bullet proof and,
No man points a gun at me.
I am called Witt and,
I am well prepared for any situatiin in life!
So let me do it quietly and move on.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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