An Ode To Kweku

When we meet, melodies strike abound

More than friends, more than a bond

Our souls meet and jiggle to our bounce

O’ K, let that music send her praise

Today is Sunday

And by Friday, your song will make sense once again

Let us not depart by sins

Of the keys you handed to me

G shall I sing — until then


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