Five More Minutes

He said, “why don’t you come to bed?”

“Just five more minutes,” ‘s what she said.

In thirty he takes in this sight,

And chuckles soft,

And says,

“Goodnight”

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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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