Spies : A Poem

Never spy, they seeLook behind to meSly grin that may spellNo more fake bells Never talk to lone meIf things seem unknown to seeThey never look to fleaBurdens turned to plea Laugh to your spy nowThey cry but not allowYour back ache to bowThey never talk aloud Fear haunts to touchNo more words to clutchRun […]

Spies : A Poem

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