Mystery Birthday Poems

Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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Again, I admire my new watch,
Ticking ever constant, ever faithful,
Reliable.
Just like my brother.
How to repay him, I wonder.
We are a world apart
In hobbies, so giving...

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Now my thoughts run wild this week. My mind gives a many a thought? 
    Enjoying the commercial for a while all...

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Reading fun books all day
Renews life with a smile
Romance-tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Running book down my lap
Read pages into life
Red hot dreams are in sight...

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I love reading fun books
Life is in the pages
Humor~tears~mystery
Reading eyes feel heavy
Book slips down to my lap
Dreamland I am headed
Pages coming to life...

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The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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October 7th we was greeted with a burst of delight;
And the starr, shimmering like the city at dusk,
So beautiful!

But the day we left your mother...

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Do we break the mirror of life,                  ...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly...

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December is the coolest month
Or the coldest month in some countries
Bring the toys, bring the candies
Grab a jacket, grab a coat and wear pajamas
At night....

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In 1977, you starred in an episode of doctor Who.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 82.
You starred in an episode of "Enemy At...

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I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.

Though...

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Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,                 ...

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Living in a house very old,  
it was always drafty and cold.  
Metal stairs to the basement lead,  
from an old pirate's...

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She stands gallant 
For us: the staged pens 
Of growing knowledge
For the posted battle field
By honor to get hired 

She stands gallant
In lonely and scary...

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