Robert Edgar Burns Poems

Scribes and Pharisees hypocrites.
In with the righteous crowd they stood.
They feigned being Heavenly minded,
But in fact were of no Earthly good!
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My pillow came alive last night.
In my arms it became you.
Then I floated off to dream land,
Where I dreamed of all we’d do.
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There was sidewalk well in front of her.
Lots of grass on a higher plane.
She could have kept her feet dry,
But stepped in a puddle just the same!
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I’ve sold twenty million copies,
I am certain that I’ll find,
I’m the world’s best selling author,
But it’s only in my mind!
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She yelled for me to come inside
And spend more time with her.
For she was then my brand new bride,
And my football pals overheard.
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Ice cream, chocolate, or flowers?
I asked the girl of my dreams.
She looked at me in a moment of glee,
And asked why not all three?
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“Tis a far far better thing I do
Than anything I’ve ever done! ”
That guy was such a Dickens,
He doesn’t seem to have much fun!
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I went along to the county fair.
I had nothing else to do.
And right there in the center,
Was a kissing booth and you.
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I want to write a masterpiece,
And tell the world of you.
I’ll use the sky for parchment,
And it never will be through.
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I'll only say what's in my heart,
Outside this old cafe.
I am so thankful to impart,
There's coming a brighter day.
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