Horn Poems - Poems about Horn

seem so sad to say she (he) slowly would pass away. was with God this day...

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when we were wishing would catch big one while fishing with a lure swishing...

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Horn Places and Faces Haiku were newfound places so many styles and graces educated faces...

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Sinning Horn Haiku sinning not commit being down to the last bight we should always quit...

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Horn Death Haiku many mistakes made afraid of being afraid in a grave have laid ...

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Death and Dying Horn Haiku Getting to the point where there is hardly any left hanging around. should be pretty soon none no longer will be here who can call the role heaven will be best by God who to we confessed were all put to rest...

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My Horn Iris Haiku when with my iris happened to be at IRS many surprises...

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what I like is nice that I prefer is advice shall always suffice...

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A hornet, named Horace, so grand, Tried to join a brass marching band. He buzzed a low note, Made the tuba man choke, "That's not music," he yelled, "understand?" ©bfa032225 ...

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foghorn in the night daunting the road less traveled white knuckle affair Posted on April 16, 2025...

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saw Trump on a ship we had to give you a tip better get a grip...

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prefer Brunswick news (5) to swat flies always use (7) prepared to peruse (5) ...

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You must be a Poetry Soup and LinkedIn fan. Sure do miss Poetry Revisited and you and all of our favorite friends. My Horn Friend Haiku thrills up my spine sends on them all always depends many newfound friends...

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My Moon Rhyming Horn Haiku for what it was worth moon is much smaller than earth filled with fun and mirth almost month in path will cause high tide with wrath create a big bath tides cause rise and fall even though still seems so small round like a big ball...

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Water kept gushing out of the roots exposing the living truth the rivers have burst their banks and the animals are running lose all over the land. I kept telling myself that this time of the year the weather is supposed to be fair but chaos and confusion keeps clogging up the pipe lines, and daylight sweeps...

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