It’s hotter than an oil fire,
Middle of July,
I’d tell you how I love the summer,
But it’d be a lie.

July’s freaking hot.

That’s all I got.

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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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