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Landing In Hay Loft

Landing in Hay Loft

Seeing some agony often put off;
Go ahead and play a round of golf;
Did not die,
Or ever cry;
Leaped to death landing in a hay loft.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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