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Apostle Who Was a Fossil

Apostle Who Was A Fossil Some seem to be calling me an apostle Who they say looks like an old fossil With hair which is so gray as can be And bruised body bent just like a tree He also does look like an acolyte Who in a cave is slim as a stalactite Bones became hard and very brittle And now is no longer fit as a fiddle. The middle we found on this fellow Can be compared to a marsh mellow And in our each eye comes a tiny tear When we see him waddle with his rear. After he finally became a grandfather Won't lose any weight so why bother And is it true or could it be a fable? Heaven does have a big dining room table. James Thomas Horn www.poetrysoup.com

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