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Mar 2013
I saw you coming
Where is the herd you asked
Who is your sheppard I said
You looked at your arm and I knew
You were looking for a clock

I told you most certainly
I won't abide a calander
Walk beside me if that's what you want
But I advise you most respectfully
To part from me get back to your flock

I need only rest
I'm content for a brief while
But with the coming of a new day
I will take another just like you
To live - that's a sheppard tending a flock
Written by
R Willard Borger
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