in times perhaps more innocent
were countless perfect hours spent
flashlight in hand and book on ground
reading in an indoor tent
it neither blocked out light or sound
the pages read were not renowned
for being literature at all
and yet adventure there was found
one still can see, can clear recall
the stories large through eyes yet small
while reading in an indoor tent
with linen for both roof and wall
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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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