Just Once

It was just once and she was pregnant,
But twice as much wasn't what she expected;
Because she fell on all of them! !

They werevery wet under there,
And this was like the very works of their hands;
So why forsake my muse and climb up so high? ! !
For the rains will also get you out there.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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