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Hour Glass
A Poem by:
Anna Copeland
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No part of the work shall be used, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or
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or otherwise, without the Author's express written consent.
Sand through an hour glass,
steady flow of grit,
form mountain shape.
Tick away moments,
till last grain falls.
Time now still,
sand on bottom,
turn over,
new moments tick,
stream from top again.
Over and over,
clock will stop and start.
Time in your hands.
Master the operation,
control your life.
Anna Copeland Copyright © 2000 |
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