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The hour of need…
is the hour of need.
It is not the hour of play,
nor the hour of joy,
nor the hour of comfort.
It is the hour of need.
The hour of need…
is the hour of need.
It is not a day,
nor a week,
nor a month.
It is an hour.
The hour of need
is a window of opportunity.
It is longer than a minute,
but shorter than a day.
If you wait too long,
the window will shut,
and the opportunity will be lost.
The hour of need…
is the hour of need.
If you wait too long,
you will miss the hour…
and there may no longer be a need.
Babar Ahmad, MX5383June 2007
is the hour of need.
It is not the hour of play,
nor the hour of joy,
nor the hour of comfort.
It is the hour of need.
The hour of need…
is the hour of need.
It is not a day,
nor a week,
nor a month.
It is an hour.
The hour of need
is a window of opportunity.
It is longer than a minute,
but shorter than a day.
If you wait too long,
the window will shut,
and the opportunity will be lost.
The hour of need…
is the hour of need.
If you wait too long,
you will miss the hour…
and there may no longer be a need.
Babar Ahmad, MX5383June 2007
posted by Anonymous @ 12:22 a.m.
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1 Comments:
I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.
- Robert Frost
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