A Paramecium

We raised a paramecium
That we could call our own;
A single cell, and yet so much,
A presence in our home --

We wanted a forever, but
The fates would not permit --
That day our paramecium
Just up and freaking

Split

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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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