The Hour is Getting Late

He may as well be a Martian
& me a fairy princess
[without a magic wand]
I don’t speak your language
or have a crystal ball
… the future remains a mystery to us all …

I ain’t no young filly
nor about to run a race
[I’ve no respect for a ticking clock]
Love is an illusion I’ve quite mastered
sleight of hand & leap of faith
… once bitten by a simple twist of fate …

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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