Tuesday, May 10, 2011

5 O'Clock (expanded from Word Wizard prompt)

Each day at five o’clock
We sat just beyond,
The fields of corn,
Watching the break of dawn
This day was different, or so it should be
After what transpired,
Just the night before
I was surprised, shocked and stunned,
Each of those, wrapped into one
How quickly God can forgive,
How swiftly he could forget every piece of it

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