Category : Poems

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Float atop 
On roofs with a mop
A quirky old maid
Perched up
With her Hair in a flop

At first glance
One would think
She lost herself
From her bachelor flock

But on closer view 
Glows a golden rimmed soul
From bottom to top

As she gives away freely
Right down to the last of her lot

People  deem her quite looney
And foolish 
She is not

For she takes her orders
Without a single thought

From a loving God 
Up above her
She questions him not