Abotsie
Permitted,
Authorized,
To reduce,
To express,
And like the energy tariffs in your town!
But, i am Abotsie with the works of love.
Wiped out,
Nailing it,
Buried;
But stripped away on a feast day! !
However, this is like the motor from the photo.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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