Brighter Somewhere Else

THE SUN shines brighter somewhere else, 
No matter where we hap to be: 
This is a fact, not sour grapes, 
And you can take it, friend, from me -- 

The cold and cloud and rain are where 
We've chosen 

To stay frozen

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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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