Rows

We sow our seed in rows,
Then hope to reap in lines;
We watch the sky in fear,
For temperature declines

Can signal a disaster. We
Must learn this lesson yearly:
That circumstance wreaks havoc on
The things we hold

Most dearly

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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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