A Gray Pantoum

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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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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