the wheel in summer

the wheel in summer spins, and all is right;

out on the beach, beneath the shining sun —

we sometimes win a race that’s never run,

or take the battle when we do not fight

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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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