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I cannot sleep, for I'm nursing a sheep, A coughing, sputtering lamb; I cannot rest, for I'm doing my best My medicinal best that I can. Mama was young, and she knew no demands For how to care, it was told; Mama was scared, and she left them to stand And to freeze in the shuddering cold. Baby girl died, it was frosty and bleak Under that black food bowl she lay; Baby girl died, she was so unique The size of a child's shoe, she bayed. So here I sit nursing a poor coughing lamb, Here I sit nursing a sick deathly man, Here I sit hoping-just maybe- he'll live, Futilely promising my life for his.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
I Cannot Sleep
I cannot sleep, for I'm nursing a sheep, A coughing, sputtering lamb; I cannot rest, for I'm doing my best My medicinal best that I can. Mama was young, and she knew no demands For how to care, it was told; Mama was scared, and she left them to stand And to freeze in the shuddering cold. Baby girl died, it was frosty and bleak Under that black food bowl she lay; Baby girl died, she was so unique The size of a child's shoe, she bayed. So here I sit nursing a poor coughing lamb, Here I sit nursing a sick deathly man, Here I sit hoping-just maybe- he'll live, Futilely promising my life for his.
I'm now, as we speak, sitting in bed holding a lamb wrapped in towels who is Wetly hiccuping and coughing and bleating weakly. I hope he lives. His name is Bud. I'm promising myself that if he lives, well repair our well being together, onestep at a time.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
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