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Waiting for the anvil

by Shannon McEwen


It really began with a frown
In the grey remnants of the day
Ever the weight keeps bearing down
It really began with a frown
When it all just came crashing down
Without reason and with no say
It really began with a frown
In the grey remnants of the day

04/05/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
Copyright © 2026 Shannon McEwen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/16/13 at 03:28 PM

.... excellent.....

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/18/13 at 04:09 AM

One can almost feel the hammer suspended. How mighty this particular frown.

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