At five o'clock on Fridays, 
They came forth in a stream 
To house, to beach, to far away --
To somewhere they could dream --

Ancestors of the promise, 
Forgotten women, men --
Who knew that Monday, nine o'clock
They must go back


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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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