This is the poem that inspired me as a 14 year old to start writing and I fell in love with playing with words way back then......
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The poetry of OSEI KOFI. The thoughts, imagination, brainstorm and the inspiration. Poetry is the gateway to the soul, the emancipation of the mental. The pen is mightier than the sword and wounds or heal even more. To appreciate poetry is to embrace sensuality, sensitivity and sense. My life may expire but my words will not retire.....Osei Kofi
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Woo hoo!!!! First post
ReplyDeletekewl - looking forward to seeing update and more poems
God bless
Amma
hahahahaha Funny but very clever poem!!!!!!
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