When The Sun Goes Down
Watery and lovely,
And the harder they come!
For it is like the sins of our past,
But i depend on the sun to make up my money on this side of the river.
Hello Mr. President! !
I always stop painting when the sun goes down;
But it is very sticky and sweet at times with the muse of love,
And i need this river over here to make my money.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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