Bret had a heart, Allan a poem

Bret had a heart
Not frozen
From the start
Allan’s just a dozin’

Their DNA
On the same day
But when each spoke

A penny
In a poem
Farthing’s pay
For verse’s golem

While syllables cycle
Not to rickle

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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