Can't butter these crumbs
Need to bunch into lumps
Small pieces don't slice even
Many bits very misleading
Need to knead my dough
Banking from bough to bough
I gotta run this bakery
Be a source eventually
I gotta get that rise
Survive the heat and demise
We won't burn just tanning
In the end we'll be in the tropics,
toasting!!!!
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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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