Miles

Miles, files, piles, riles, wiles, stiles, tiles;
Pul it along to satisfy your muse!
For, there is no place like home.

To have it and to give it to you,
To have it and to share it with you,
For, when the heart is right, the mind is right as well.

Be, beg, bet, bee, bed, belt, beef, bend;
But, w hen the heart is wrong, the mind will be wrong as well!
And like the wicked adults in this town.

Bees, beet, been, beep, bent, before, beer, bell!
Take it along with you;
However, true love is the gift of Yahweh to all mankind.

Between, bethrothed, below, become, became;
And like the chain reaction of any act! !
And, of the pains afterwards.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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