Hot Noodles!

Hot noodles!
Vigorous,
On the road,
With my health and my stregth,
But, whoever can't see it must touch it.

Original!
Here i am;
Home sweet home! !
With your muse,
With my muse;
However, you can feel it when you can't hear it.

Clock, flock, hock, block, lock, dock!
With the muse of your love,
And like chatting with your teacher;
Very active! !
Because you were just paid;
But, mighty be your powers.

Jock, rock, knock, stock!
Just got paid,
reaper, repair! !
Cream and butter,
Love and romance,
And like 40 light years away!
But this frozen planet is like the muse of your love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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