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The Cop
The cop Was just sitting there, Looking meaner Than an old grizzly bear. His face hadn’t known a smile In a year or two, He was one tough cookie This cop in blue. His blue eyes were cold They had seen it all, Hardened by one too many Useless calls. His frowning face And hardened eye Hid the fact That this cop could cry. His burning tears Would mix with the soothing rain Washing away his sorrow, And his pain. Then, ready for the morrow, To do his job anew, This old grizzly bear A soft hearted cop in blue.
Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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