The Eleventh Hour (Poem)

The eleventh hour

Spine tingling
Heart wrenching
Gut aching

Miles to go before I sleep

Pastures to burn
Mountains to move
Oceans to conquer

God never gives more than we can reap

I’ll take it in stride
A grain of salt
A punk to jew

The course of love never did run smooth

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