Daniel P Martin Biography

The beauty of a Rose, its pure innocence,
The glee it brings when it’s greatness is gifted.
The heart of the beholder filled with wonder,
The senses are taken and one by one are lifted.
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My little brother has tickly toes,
A tickly tummy and a tickly nose.

My little brother has lots of green snot,
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For the many long years, we travelled together; our paths would seldom part,
My journey goes on in solitude now; you’re a passenger in my heart,
I said to you so many times before, but now more than never its true,
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As I lay on my towel, eyes closed; I absorb all that surrounds me
The sun is out and the wind is calm so the beach is full
To my right I can hear the faint but continuous drone of cars
As more and more try to cram into the overcrowded field
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My little square of sky,
With people passing by,
A glimpse into the day,
Distant echoes of play,
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