Rashorn Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Rashorn



Rash, ash, lash, cash, crash!

All about your life! !

Seen in the village,

Horns of your pride! ! ! !

Only to put eyes on you!

Running away all the time;

Not ready for the works of the truth.

Wednesday, April 14, 2021
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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