Down the Hidden Path

I often think how happy things 
We mine in such abundance 
That I thought carelessly of each 
As some type of redundance.

I often wish I didn't know 
The things I've chanced to learn; 
But when you've seen the light up close, 
You always feel

The burn

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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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