alan brown Poems

The watchmakers clock
Hung by the door
It chimed every hour
All through the war
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I appeal to the sense of the witness.
To come forward without a delay.
As they will be hearing my case very soon
And I don't want to be sent away.
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I've always wondered why my left leg is longer than my right.
Is it because I was a breech birth and they pulled me out by my left leg, or so I was told.
Or maybe it's because I broke my right leg when I was a child and it stunned it's growth.
My left leg is clearly one inch longer than my right and it is causing me problems in my later years.
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Me kitchen sink.
is blocked again
As my wedding ring
fell down the drain.
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The long grass gave shelter to the dying child
as her mother walked away.
She had been born a small child with twisted limbs
and no figure of speech
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Now I thought I was a handy man
as I could do all of the jobs
Like fixing bolts on my back door
or painting the white blobs.
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The ice wind dug deep
into the darkened lines
of his broken skin.
Cracking even the deepest crevice
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My visit with my friend Barack Obama

It was late on a Friday night when I finely made up me mind to go over to that place called America, to see my old friend Barack Obama. Well I say my old friend I had posted a few bits of advice on his Facebook wall and he must have taken them seriously as he did win again.
I knew that when I got there he would remember his old pal Geordy who had helped him get re-elected again.
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It was on a hot and humid day
and the fields were full of scorn
When a small thin Rabbit met a Hare
as he walked by him in the corn.
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