When beside the river,
We would sit and think
Life's beginnings, and its ends,
When the season came.
We would sit and think
Pondering and watching
When the season came
We left off for elsewhere.
Pondering and watching
When beside the river,
We left off for elsewhere:
Life's beginnings, and its ends.
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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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