Rendezvous

You go your way
I’ll go mine
We’ll meet up at last

Last to get there
Has to pay
So the die is cast

None shall sleep
Till all are ready
It’s a rendezvous —

Meet you on
That green hill, though it’s
The last thing
I do

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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