They sit at windowsillds
Listening to the convention within
No on notices them
They wear rags for clothes
They are dirty
To must people the are just bums
They are more
Yes they are bums
But they are spies
A network
Working together to bring change
Hoping to better their lot
To overthrow the tyrant
They listen at windowsills
For information
Then they report to those in charge
They are just common people
Dirty
Wearing rugs
Bums
No one suspects
When they are seen
Outside of buildings
No one suspects
Their true nature
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Author:
Tony36 (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2017 09:23
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Comments4
Great thought and point of view Tony.
Thank you
spot on my friend. keep working, you deserve these compliments.
Thank you
Great thoughts Tony!
Thank you
Who would have thought? Cool.
Thank
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