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Bathtub of Trump

Bathtub of Trump's did have dirty scum;
Did not clean like someone who is dumb;
Was an old fart,
Having no heart;
Someday soon wish he would succumb.

Jim Horn

We have a Grand Strand in Myrtle Beach, SC
just south of us here in Bolivia, SC

My poetry performance is glorious and grand,
And has been catching up with Brian Strand;
Do duty diligent,
With your consent;
Soon should become leader of poetry band.

He has turned off his comments. I do not have
anything to worry about. I hardly ever receive
any at all.

Jim Horn

“It’s the poet’s job to figure out what’s happening within oneself, to figure out the connection between the self and the world, and to get it down in words that have a certain shape, that have a chance of lasting.” —Galway Kinnell 

At first, my each poem can be confined;
Then came automatically out my mind;
One must read,
That you need,
And a desire to write poem you did find.

I really am so busy writing poems that
I hardly have any time to read those of
others. Look at it this way. 

I will listen to my TV everyday,
To hear what they have to say;
Expound upon,
Until all gone;
On your mind my poem did play.

Jim Horn

For God am on a constant quest;
He is one this earth has blessed;
Here temporary;
To heaven carry;
Anywhere on earth will be best.

Jim Horn

Could Be Class Action

In part of a second being a fraction,
The following has been my reaction;
Advantage did take;
Made a big mistake;
Females should start a class action.

Jim Horn

Still over daily limit of ten. Oh, well.

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