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	<title>The Poetry of Lance M. Brown</title>
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		<title>Welcome to the Poetry of Lance Brown</title>
		<description>Welcome to my poetry page.

The poems here have been written between the years 1986 and 2005. The earliest poems were written when I was around 14 years old.

The poems are arranged chronologically, roughly speaking. The exact dates listed on the poems may be estimates, or yet to be pinned down.

My ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/blog/welcome/</link>
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		<title>Hello! My name is&#8230;Poem</title>
		<description>A poem
Of a truly poetic nature
Would never refer to itself
Instead it would stay
at the cusp of the day
filling up a drop of dew
that hangs from a lonely leaf
always hanging, never dropping
Until a persistent ray
Of warmthening sun
Would rise above itself
To meet the challenge
Steaming
That verse-filled drop
out of existence

And that steam
would later be ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/hello-my-name-ispoem/</link>
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		<title>The fear of a newborn fly</title>
		<description>What's that spider's
Favorite color?
Does my dog prefer
Comedy or drama?
What's the mood of
This tomato plant?
And, does a tree
Think of its mama?

Is a bird fascinated
By the view it enjoys
Or no more than we are
By the sidewalk?
Do miniscule pieces
Of colored dust
Feel a sense of community
As chalk?

When a star catches light
From a billion other ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/the-fear-of-a-newborn-fly/</link>
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		<title>Star</title>
		<description>A shooting star
Every night
It's quite a sight
A dashing light
Night after night
The sky takes flight
It's quite a sight
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		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/star/</link>
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		<title>The Dream</title>
		<description>I had a dream
It was a pretty boring one though
No major special effects
No strange changes of scenery
No flying, floating, or falling
Nothing was chasing me
I didn't have an epiphany or
A meeting with God
Saw some old friends I haven't talked to in a while
It was sort of a picnic, camping thing
Played soccer ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/the-dream/</link>
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		<title>Questions Were Answers</title>
		<description>Sometimes I wish that questions were answers
And that wondering was understanding
And that hoping was achieving
And wishing was having
I wish sometimes that ignorance was knowledge

If questions were answers
I'd ask them all day
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		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/questions-were-answers/</link>
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		<title>San Pedro</title>
		<description>San Pedro is a place
That I've never been
In fact
I'm not totally sure it's a place
But I think it is
I think I've heard of it
I think I've heard someone else
Talk about San Pedro
As a place that they had been
Actually,
I don't think they were talking
I think they were singing
And not about a ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/san-pedro/</link>
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		<title>Different</title>
		<description>It's a different understanding
Every day.
Every day
A different world
And a way of seeing it
That's different
Than ever before

Every moment
A unique perspective
Every moment
Never to be seen again </description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/different/</link>
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		<title>The Titans</title>
		<description>Ten tall trees
Together
Towering
They thrive through the tests
The threats
The trauma

Thanks to the trees
That tree
This tree
Those two trees
These three trees
That tree there

They truly triumph
Those trees
Towering timelessly
Titans </description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/the-titans/</link>
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		<title>Of a squirrel&#8217;s mate</title>
		<description>One seldom thinks of the worry
Of a squirrel's mate
Who waits
Restless
With nervousness
For a spouse who will never return
We seldom consider
What effect that loss
Will have on the children
And on their children

Roadkill
That's what most of us think
Nothing beyond that

We certainly don't think of the worry
Of a mother who waits at home 
Not knowing
Perhaps ...</description>
		<link>http://poems.lancebrown.org/undeclared/of-a-squirrels-mate/</link>
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