Survive Until Five Five Five Five

Survive Until Five Five Five Five Hope my poetry writing will survive Until I finally arrive at five five five five Had surveyed, Was dismayed; Then killed each poem with my knive. Jim Horn While Wearing A Broach When writing had been wearing a broach; Looked down on floor and saw big roach; It even might, Be a termite; Had left my house riding away on a coach. Jim Horn Will Read A Psalm Each time when I will read a psalm, Receive much peace and also calm; So much silence, And no suspense; God us He will always overwhelm. Jim Horn Remember when this song we would sing, Which was about our precious risen king, Had behaved; Me He saved, And we will love Him more than anything. Jim Horn