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Jan 2017
When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair

When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound

I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top

Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell
Martyn Grindrod
Written by
Martyn Grindrod  51/M/Darwen Lancashire UK
(51/M/Darwen Lancashire UK)   
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