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Upon the Hour

written by: Anne G



Upon the hour

of the day

One ponders ...

go or stay?

To fight or cower,

feet of clay?

Die to live,

forge the way.

Life might sour,

skies turn gray.

Take a biff.

Live, to play.

Anne G

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
Anne G

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