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The Little Boy and His Horn

Little boy blue tried to blow his horn. He blew till he was blue and all forlorn. He could not figure out why beautiful sound Could from this instrument, not be found. He took it home and put it away, With thoughts of trying it another day. Weeks quickly passed and in his mind Those thoughts no longer would he find. Many weeks later by chance he discovered The horn which had not been recently uncovered. He picked it up and began to play Music which he could not on an earlier day. He mused within himself how this could be, “Never had this trouble before”, said he. Then he realized why there was at first no sound, He had needed to simply turn it around.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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