Bound
I am bound in he prison of love and,
To gather herbs in the fields of love;
But take my son and take care of him,
Because a large pot of stew is now set before me!
She is deeply distress so,
Lay my staff on your face;
Because the boy sneezed seven times!
And i am now bound in the prison of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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