Internet Fail

The songs we often sang,
I cannot find them there;
It’s like a page of history
Just vanished in the air

Although, they’re in my mind,
And I can re-create;
It helps when I have all the words,
My mem’ry isn’t great —

I thought the Internet
Kept track of everything;
And so it seems to do, except
For what we used to sing

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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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