You came to me on an August morn,
As small as a thought, and as new as time,
And before long you crawled, then you stood and walked,
And into my lap you daily climb

Like Spanish moss on an aging tree,
With each breeze you drift and meander:
As the tree stands still with its roots in the ground,
Now gifted with something like grandeur

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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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