A life is made from moments lost
To time, to thought, to memory --
We end our days, and close the book
On our own private history --
And yes, the bad is bad indeed.
But some good stays, and does not flee:
Those loving moments when we *know*
That this is where we're supposed to be
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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