Annan II
Many are called but few are chosen,
But this strange world will never learn from the truth;
For, i am on the hard road of success to meet you my love.
Mix language,
And of your love so sweet like the Space Research!
For beyond the skies i will kiss you my love.
You are the potter on this love and,
I am the very clay in your hands;
So use me into any form that you wanted,
And i will always be Annan your lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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