in the frost – 11

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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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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