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Died Being a Miner and More

Died Being A Miner Ate great chowder in crowded diner; Then we had sailed on a lovely liner; Life would end; To heaven send; He did die digging coal being a miner. Jim Horn

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/13/2018 3:55:00 PM

These were nice, btw.

James Horn
Date: 5/13/2018 4:48:00 PM

Of course I had to break them down and wait so I could include them as new poems being that I had exceeded ten again. Sometimes I see Trump as being the devil trying to distract me from God. Of course, this is the weekend and you have more time to participate in poetry.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/13/2018 3:53:00 PM

gosh, I am surprised you did not break these down into individual ones, Jim, so you can reach your goal of thousands of poems!! Anyway I enjoy how you had them categorized by theme of God. You could never get all your Trump poems to fit on one page if you tried to post all your Trump poems together. LOL

James Horn
Date: 5/13/2018 4:50:00 PM

I am beginning to think that all politics represents the devil trying to play with our minds. God, control the Devil and keep him out of my life.