Bret had a heart
Not frozen
From the start
Allan's just a dozin'
Their DNA
Woke
On the same day
But when each spoke
A penny
In a poem
Farthing's pay
For verse's golem
While syllables cycle
Cardiacally
Not to rickle
Bretherenly
Sleep's the way
Who last spoke
Dead man's pay day
Who died broke
This po man
Would break a heart
As Allan
To those set to depart
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