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Collected Poems of Richard Griffin - DAWN

DAWN


          The morning of the execution broke clear and bright. The little birds sang on the gallows tree. But all was dark within. The prisoner slept. The slumber was fitful. A happy smile appeared on his lips, he breathed the word "Mother," a moment later the word "reprieve." But no reprieve came and the hours still rolled on. By ten o'clock all was over.

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