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Jan 1
My lunch was a lamb at some time.

I wonder where he lived,
Where he walked, if he got to
Feel the grass beneath his feet,
Feel the breeze on his wool,
If he had any friends.

I gave it no thought.

I wonder if he had any.

I wonder if he got to live the good life
They say I've been living.

I ought to be more grateful.
Written by
Ashlyn Rimsky  23/F/Philadelphia
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