Life, Poetry i spy When I was a little girl, we used to play a game called I Spy to pass the time on long drives. This poem is not about that. i spy… Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) January 28, 2020