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When Rob turned 52 he had an amazing idea. He would write 52 poems: one a week, every week, for a year. People would be amazed, and call him a genius, and maybe bring him biscuits. They’d say things like, “How sensitive!” and “Oh, the maturity of the themes!”<br/>Well, here they are, 52 poems. Except there’s 53 because he got confused about the numbering. And the themes aren’t quite as mature as he was hoping.<br/>There’s one about how great it is to find a good stick. There’s an alien invasion defeated by sarcasm. A skeleton who wants to cry. A scary old English teacher. Some sad robots. And one which features a dinosaur, a banana and a Twix.<br/>There’s stuff about love, obviously. And loss, and joy, and music, and childhood. A few about how hard it is to be a poet, despite all the evidence to the contrary. A sad one about a dog. You get the idea.<br/>It turns out that being 52 isn’t the same as being a grown up. We’re basically children, trying to make sense of overwhelming things through daft stories and rhymes. Here are 52 poems to prove it.