Bret had a heart, Allan a poem

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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