Thursday, January 29, 2015

Desolate Fox Comments

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Grazing over the leftover blades of grass,
Those sheep's go on bleating throughout the noon,
So are those buffalo's like dark clouds that pass,
Lonely thorny shrub dancing to a futile tune,
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