Moving North

We moved from Florida to here,
A place of trees and gentle slopes;
We set up our establishment,
With four found souls and two lost hopes,

But still, and decades hence, we're here.
This place, the pages of our tome:
The story universal, for
We must leave home so we can find

A home.

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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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