Could Be Brought
Could Be Brought
When I went toot on my fine flute
Many things conjured up and did recruit
For me in my life to be enjoyed by
From day first born until I do die.
Time by does seem to pass so quickly
If what I did was done more amicably
Into world more peace could be brought
Instead of having to cry much and a lot.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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