The Ward

The ward we lived in all those months 
Was small and tidy, organized 
Along the principles of those 
Who'd found, or maybe recognized 

That young men such as we were make 
A mess of things, when left to be, 
And so we did, those who survived, 
Although we made them 


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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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