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Life Goes On

Life Goes On When me and my Master may meet Will he say I have small, smelly feet Which is the way my life goes on Until with soap all the smell has gone. Haven't finished it yet. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran

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Charmaine Chircop

Date: 7/22/2014 3:35:00 PM

Your master wouldn 't smell your smelly feet,first he would check.your teeth,In your verses He would breathe,and gives you a special treat : ).Entertaining verses you have written,so very sweet.Tnks for your congrats.on my humble verse .

Jan Allison

Date: 7/22/2014 8:22:00 AM

... the master's face stays as white as a sheet! Hugs jan xxx

James Horn
Date: 7/22/2014 8:52:00 AM

And this to myself, I often will repeat. One day when He and I may meet Will he let me make it my treat? Jim Horn