Upon the crumbling moss-streaked wall,
A single shephard leant,
As he sadly counted peaceful sheep,
His mind on unpaid rent,
his loving wife, and doting son,
this cool sweet scent of night,
and now we leave the fretful shephard,
He’ll go to war and fight.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
Upon the crumbling moss-streaked wall,
A single shephard leant,
As he sadly counted peaceful sheep,
His mind on unpaid rent,
his loving wife, and doting son,
this cool sweet scent of night,
and now we leave the fretful shephard,
He’ll go to war and fight.
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