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Alex Pryce
Alex Pryce is currently finishing her final year of school in Bangor, studying English, History and ICT. She has been scribbling furiously for many years and has recently been awarded a National Endowments for Science Technology and the Arts Youth Fellowship. In the future she hopes to study English at university and publish an anthology of poetry.
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3.45am
by Alex Pryce
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I am before the early bird
That cleans the streets on a Sunday morning.
My pen leaves ink in it's wake
When I am far from sleep
And seeming further from morning.
In secret hours I write
Because my words will be hushed.
A pen pierces a clandestine night
With the hollow sound of overenthusiastic
Words that flow, to make me forget.
Morning must come in time,
And this book will be closed,
And the pen clicked to writers block
And placed on a wooden table.
The clock alarms me in morning's times.
When late becomes early
I let these words retire. |
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