Brow

Brow, row, bow, or, rob!
And like something in the soup of love;
But you have deceived the whole world with your works.

Rabboni,
Translators,
Retained!
But they will kiss each other;
And like the work of the social group around you,
But the juicy first kiss is still in your mind! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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