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Into a Parish Priest

Into a Parish Priest. Horn has always worked the hardest At trying to become an blowhard artist And a great poet he soon became To find all of his fortune and fame. God as great as He always has been, Wasn't sure where he should begin Regarding making Horn more poetic Whose appeal was totally pathetic. When Horn wrote poetry and sang music You got sick and would leave real quick; Horn in our choir was no longer allowed And sounded like someone disembowed. A dirty hand poor God had been dealt When He found out how bad Horn smelt; How could God hurt the fewest the least? So He turned Horn into a parish priest. jthorn5656@atmc.net

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/9/2013 5:27:00 PM

haha. That's a pretty miserable guy, that poor Horn!!

James Horn
Date: 8/9/2013 7:47:00 PM

Andrea. I have an outstanding question. How in the world did you ever find my poem to read? jthorn5656@atmc.net

James Horn
Date: 8/9/2013 7:45:00 PM

Horn is me James Thomas Horn just trying to be funny as usual. Now who else other than myself would write anything else like this where the words just flowed right out of their brain. Still loved your comment. Have been writing poetry all of my life for various and asundry reasons. They even said that I mis-spelled asundry. How about that?