The Hours are Foul

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The hours are foul.

The sun sets.

I must be gone from

this hell,

and off to a place

of rest.

So I bid thee adieu,

and move on to the night

anew.

 

7/27/10

Published by James J Jackson, Jr

I'm a poet and leftist political organizer from Sacramento, CA.

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