Refuse
She is bitter!
And there is no one to comfort her;
Refuse, use, sue, free, fee, see, fuse! !
And being comsumed by the software,
But the birds of the air are fyling up high all over her.
In this place,
Concerning,
Prevail,
Sigh,
Marvels! !
So strong and so full,
But her virgins are now afflicted!
And her foes prevail over her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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