The day spread out with frigid arms
To welcome us with bite and wind:
Inducted into hard and gray,
The houses of the long chagrined
Spread out before us, like a play
With stilted, cold recited lines --
The day spread out with frigid arms,
Collecting all our dues
And fines
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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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