Where The Rich Folks Lived

I walked out where the rich folks lived,
Out over by the country club;
The evening came, the sun went down,
The air was cool and mild —

For hours on, it seemed, I went;
To see the sights and taste the scent
Of things not mine, yet still my gift,
Out over where
The rich folks
Lived

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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