Your MP3

7 incehes long is your MP3,
But the red wave came in and pushed us apart!
And like your modern roots to trace your village,
For the policeman and the police woman were watching the burglar! !
Jaw, saw, taw, paw, haw, maw, law, raw, yaw;
But it was like an act of imperfection!
And a blue cloth came and covered your MP3 because,
You need to wrap it well and keep it in a proper place.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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