Private Eyes
On fair grounds, several booths
Musicians make their instruments sound
Lovers, ecstasy found
Presidents would agree
These artists, world renown, rocks!
They mesmerize like that
Spectator, youngster, you
I, phone, white, black
Come close
Secret Service summoned cops
Obscured gun man sat strumming -
AK 47 behind his back
Would you believe no sound of shots?
Some say Media service attacks
Somebody's daughter, lover
Diligent worker
She was big in small package
She stood tall, short, smart
irreplaceable star.
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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