Fancy-Free 5-25-17
I can’t get close to people,
I’m fancy-free.
I hide in the shadow of the steeple,
for eternity.
I see the world from my peep hole,
as my own VIP.
My brain is as sharp as a needle,
Yet my soul has abandoned me.
Copyright © Ray Mcintosh | Year Posted 2017
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