follow me over the motley rock,
where the cattle sing and the bluebirds low,
follow me out past the hidden loch,
where geese and the gosling loves to go
follow me out to perspective ridge,
where we aim to go, but have rarely been;
where we see that connection is everything,
and that some, once lost, won't come back again
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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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