Come Find Me

Come find me where November sleeps 
And gives way to December; 
We'll dance upon the fallen leaves, 
And no one will remember 

The heartaches that we lately left 
The tension, and the sorrow -- 
Come find me where November yields 
To what we'll have 

Tomorrow

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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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