Conkiln

Conklin,
I give you my words to the homeless and the street children;
For many will fish for others to eat on this earth.
my love to you is like the camel-taxi in your township and,
My mind is free forever!
Where the humble hearts do go are our home of stay,
And you can do it and eat it with me;
For great are your words on this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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