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Some Scatter Brained Horn Haiku About Priest

Had been battle torn,
Which is way Priest's robe was warn;
Saved from sin one morn.

Our sins should be shorn,
So we will have been reborn;
Heard call of God's horn.


Things love that adorn,
Forget sad things that forlorn;
God will always warn.

While we had waited,
Our priest had postulated;
On concentrated.

God placed great glory,
Into Son and His story;
Both Wig and Tory.

God is on each side,
So in Him we will abide,
While we do confide.

Priest is dead ringer,
For someone a poor singer,
And likes to linger.

?Great re-arranger;?
?And our priest seems no stranger;
Babe in small manager.

Jim Horn

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