Connie Peters' poems in progress
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Mysterious Marcy walked about like a ghost
Knowing what she was up to gave one cause to boast.
When crime was committed in the dark of the night.
All pointed to Marcy whether they're wrong or right.
Connie L. Peters
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