At eight years old, a dynamo:
A Supergirl, a CEO,
A scientist, a diplomat,
An artist and an acrobat --
At eighteen, still, a power plant:
A lioness, a Federal grant,
A lover and a covert spy,
A reason and an alibi --
At twenty-eight, a marvel yet,
An adjective, an epithet,
A story told uproarious,
A work-in-progress glorious
She dreamed her life then lived her dreams,
A hidden place behind what seems,
But all-in-all the good outweighs
The shadows in
Her yesterdays
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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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