the day came i no longer walked
upon the rocks or near the edge
for fear of what might happen i
now warn the younger ones instead
the young ones look to us to calm
the fears they have, but often we
bring new ones to them they don't want
but which we offer
bountifully
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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