I used to go to barbershops
I’d have them cut my hair
These days my wife is chosen
To give me my hair care
I must admit in all those years
Of barbering in shops
I never saw a quartet
Singing as they chopped
I love to sing with gusto
With a quartet of my own
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Join me from their throne
We sing loud Hallelujahs
And praises to the King
He is worthy of my praise
To Him my song I sing
In response to the daily prompt Quartet
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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You have once again bestowed a great honor on me. I thank you for all that you are doing to let people know about my poetry. It is truly a blessing
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You are very graciously welcome. Great poems must be shared.
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