"this was never anything,"
he thinks, as he walks by:
"a cottage? or a shed?"
he wonders, turning, with a sigh,
towards the estate he purchased, and
the long walk to the mansion,
and shapes his thoughts to tearing down
to make room for
expansion
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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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