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Amazing Grace

Anne GJanuary 1, 2020

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Amazing Grace

written by: Anne G

@TheInkTruth

Amazing grace
etches the face
of one whose life
defines a race

A race of beings
fired in love
forged with time
with timeless fate

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Amazing grace
in weathered lines
delineates
perpetual life

Fated journey
casted die
light and dark
dictate the pace

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Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde

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