Harris

The impulsive feelings of hate and,
Of your love which is here tonight;
For this is the page of your love and,
I am Harris who met you last night.
The morrow comes and you will understand me better,
For the school boys are late today for school;
And of the matters so expressed by the school girls,
Because you do feel like a bird on this love!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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