The Eleventh HourA Poem by NevilleThe Eleventh Hour
Appearing out of nowhere Like a morning star so rare
To guide each step Along the way precarious
Once in time she was indeed A beacon of perfection
Tho having reached Some unplanned destination
Safe atop some hidden causeway Prayers were said in celebration
Until the rescuers they did come And they were rescued every single one
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