John Carter Brown Poems

I've noticed, again, a small hole in my sock
And there's something I don't understand:
It puzzles me greatly, I'm baffled, and so
On this subject I now should expand.
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As I lay in my bed, unable to sleep
I composed a good poem I wanted to keep;
It kept going round and around in my head
(I should have been bothered to write it all down)
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A hush had descended, the air was quite still,
Nothing was moving beside the old mill;
Nature postponed both it's joys and it's pain,
Holding it's breath until after the rain.
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Flame of love come near me
And let me feel the heat
Let me glide above the ground
Instead of on my feet;
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Victory in Europe
Fifty years ago;
To some it doesn't mean a thing,
It happened long ago.
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I wish I was a wise man
And all the answers knew,
The solver of all problems
With perfect point of view;
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There once was a farmer from Hull
who's life was exceedingly dull
he had not a friend
so he thought in the end
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My liking for life has been stolen,
A thief came and took it away;
A visitor bent on destruction,
A burglar from hell, you might say.
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Once upon a Sunday
In the daffodil-days of spring
I heard a Blackbird crying,
'Twas a sorry sorry thing.
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I look at myself, and who do I see?
I see the me I used to be,
Not the one that other people see;
The question be, which one is me?
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