Dan Brown Poems

Here we are
Again.
Standing in the footsteps
in which we both are so comfortable.
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The playground is humming with the bustling banter
of children, and the atmosphere of
innocence, freedom and youthfulness overwhelms me.
The sun smiles down on them all,
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The best possible words,
with the best possible meaning,
in the best possible order,
with the best possible structure,
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I sit at the back, as I always do.
Don’t want to be conspicuous.
Or asked to give up my seat.
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Flashing signs,
Warning me,
Of animals in the road
- Slow.
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Pens are better than pencils because…
They’re clearer.
Pens are better than pencils because…
They’re smoother.
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
help me to the loo?
Put my underwear on for me,
And cook my dinner too.
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Broken down, like a fallen tree struck
By lightning in a storm, out of luck.
Smashed to bits, blown apart,
Cracked wide open to reveal its heart.
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Moaning.
Groaning.
Mmming.
Aaaahing.
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It sat at the bottom of the garden,
guarded by the apple tree.
The gnarled branches clung to it’s
tin roof and held it close,
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