Come with me out into the snow.
we'll find adventure for awhile;
out of the edge of some new hill
we'll race, and maybe breathless smile
upon our late misfortunes, which
are best forgotten for a time --
as we explore such strange new worlds
as make it worth
the climb
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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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