“… things disarranged”

We feel the weight of things disarranged, 
Forgetting, perhaps, 
That we once arranged things just for play. 

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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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