An Interplanetary Consortium for Enthusiasts of all Kind

Is Anne aware of the havoc she created? Or the mayhem she has caused? Twenty-four hours on the clock. The time, she did try to pause. But there still is never enough, is there? The ends, she earnestly is trying to meet, whilst giving up her seat in the cold and the heat. doth Anne realize her worth, for She too is a child of the Earth? The neglected daughter. The lily-livered wife. The forgotten mother. For them, Anne was no more than a crack in the vase. The kid that always finished third in the race. Natheless , I saw her as a saving grace. But the agony housed in that radiant face- how wondrously do you pretend to be unfazed? - A