Friday, February 1, 2013
The Sheep Gang Comments
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Miles away from where you live in your sky-searching city
There's a large brown hill also wearing clouds.
Like the condemned man's blindfold.
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7/22/2025 7:42:38 PM # 1.0.0
Wow, what a sad poem...it's a good thing the sheep / rams didn't read it or you'd be mutton ;) Poor rams...poor sheep but in their own little world that's all they know and what about the grass........will it ever grow again?