Walls On Both Sides
Money cannot buy everything but,
Money can buy you sex;
And true love towards another is not always sex.
Oh red wine of Chile!
I will reward you greatly with my love and,
I will do whatever you say to me in the name of love;
For you are my sweet lover and,
Your love flows to me like the River Jordan.
I will rise up early in the morning to saddle my donkey,
And with walls on both sides towards you;
But to stand up in the narrow path of love and,
Between the two vineyards of your love!
For money cannot really buy everything.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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