The Chief Inspector Poem by Paul Warren
The Chief Inspector
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She just sits and looks down
On others of lessen rank that are found
For she has a chip on her shoulder
Put there as she was moulded
Into what she had now become
But she did not know what had been done
For some carry the mantle true
And for others it could be a burden too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: police
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5/7/2024 5:34:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nto what she had now become But she did not know what had been done... hah, PAUL, a nice realization ~