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Greatest Southport Poet
Greatest Southport Poet Immaterial my material started to be And it was then that I started to see Many poems on my mind had dawned; Hope you, they are not above and beyond. Poems done by me are written very well And now if you could become my clientele; For every breath of air Southport is taking, My poems will be history in the making. Poems are for intelligent and also ignorant; All of them from God to me were sent; In magazines and newspapers may be displayed; God said to read them and be not afraid. Even if ugly like me or a bodily, beautiful doll All of my magnificent poems you will recall Later in life after ending up on important path To Southport Cemetery leading up to my epitaph. So brightly the brilliant sun shall have shone On my great monument made out of stone And what they have added as an extra treat Is that above my body is a bunch of concrete. Off to heaven on high my soul sailed away; Now on my grave when people pray and play Through clouds sun will start breaking through Shining on greatest Southport poet they ever knew. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran www.poetrysoup.com www.telling-stories-around-the-world.com
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