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Aug 2016
Sheep lost in the
storm

Wool caught upon
barbed wire

Lamb gone tame
to slaughter.

Poor ewe I unravel
the only thread of time,
present to past

Stitching together
words,
lives,

Given each to other
free

Pull the wool over
eyes closed

Cats cradle binding hands

Poor ewe
lost in storm

Dressed mutton
fooling no-one
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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