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Thursday, 30 August 2018

sheep

The mother sheep Followed me Along the path picking
up her Case As she Realized at a touching dissidents i
was dissidents of her lam she let out a load She let out
a low lately Which Echo around the paddick The sleeping
lam Listed at her head Turns towards us Before turning
back to her sleep As the Sheep got closer and closer I
began to panic What she going to attack me Holding my
breath I fose Decided the Sheep dodg  me Be tempted
to her lam Few that was a close call.

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