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Feb 2013
A shepherd's grasp, dazed.

He was decreed to shield them,

But they insist to inspect the line.

The line that appeared once so bold,

Now so curved.

He only behaves for the best of the flock.

Should he just arrest the contingency?

The bewilderment staggers him.

His misreckoning of their intent;

Burdening.

His speech is retiring, as he inquires about their discretion.

A manner too delicate to enter with confidence;

A second-guessing.
Written by
Noah Thomas  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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