He is the head of the coots
Who watches over you and loots
Without distorting its roots
He wears dirty boots
Cares not about hooter’s hoots
And holds a soul gun with which he shoots
He is the head of the coots
Who watches over you and loots
Without distorting its roots
Avert not your gaze
Get out of your daze
What will fill your thoughts will you amaze
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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