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Apr 2014
Dear white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When was the last time
you ever stood still?

Dear white sheep,
What makes you fluff?
Are you filled with air,
Or perhaps random stuff?

Dear white sheep,
I adore your beauty.
How majestic and cheerful
You are without pity.

Oh, white sheep,
You're a grand show,
Which is free of charge
Until the wind   b      l    o     w      s...

Dear white sheep,
People may know,
But when the wind blows,
Where do you all go?
A letter poem to the white sheep in the skies we see everyday.

Another version of this will come soon.
Chris Schop
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Chris Schop  Somewhere, Earth
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