Sigh. English.

She gazed upon her beau in the
The wind was winding windily
And wound around her wounds

Moreso, and so much more,
And also, all of it was all so
A surfeit, that sure fit
Where the boards themselves would surf it

And cast abroad words as broadswords,
With cars of tunes as cartoons,
In platoons, and importunes,
And all of it


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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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