* bright and joyful *

in Summers bright and joyful,
 we drove, and dove, and swam
 in strange fantastic places
 that made we what I am. 

it was no better and no worse
 that how it was for you
 when days were bright and joyful
 and that was all

 you knew

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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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