Along the fence and in the fields
We ran until we grew too tall
To look the fool, or care at all,
Our wit and fashion used as shields
To hide us from the blinding glare
Of all the lights and all the eyes —
Only to find, to our surprise,
That no one else was ever there.
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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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