Unread Message
Dull, hull, lull, pull, mull, cull, skull, bull!
And like an unread message;
But the tribesmen are now at war! !
Inner parts and inner sides,
The wind is too cold and your love is too hot!
But your cats are too slow to meet up to my terms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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