Monday, February 2, 2009
Into The Noon Hour
Into the noon hour I shall ride my steed of gold For the night’s mare is left at dawn, I shall ride to the occasion. Is it not the frail who are left behind, their story untold? The sun seizes the day, forever keeping me in its hold For I balk at its power, seeking the noon hour of my persuasion....
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