Summer Fever

Yow, has she got summer fever
Cap and gown been thrown aside;
Ready for the beach, the sunshine
Top down streaming, on a ride

Long hair flowing, breezes blowing
Doesn’t care where she is going
Days and hours turning, turning
Summer fever burning
Burning

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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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