The mountains make the rivers
That to oceans always go:
The oceans make the clouds that spill
The mountain snow.

The process never has an end,
It’s circular, you see:
Just like the way I love my love,
And she loves me.

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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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