NEW BEGINNINGS

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Slaps were his claps
Traps his silly craps
Painful taps were his maps
Straps of his pains my soundless raps
So I always wore caps
Until you came to break his hurtful rhyme
I know you are my love’s prime
He was my made up crime
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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