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O, Prescient Ewe That knows where to stand Avoids ambivalent hand That bore this world Of life’s command To bear its high demand O, Precocious Hen Knows when not to lay A life down in the hay A babe unborn, Uncracked, unraised Unknown to her dismay O, Prodigal Mare Beware not to sprain Or you will bear the strain Though not for long You’ll be for this plain Where retired mounts are lain O, Impassioned Pig Whose fattening Welcomes a fatter thing Wash away The amber glaze Chase not the dangling O, Prescient Ewe Return to me What is it you see? Be sure it is What’s to come Not what you wish it be.
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Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC
Ode to the Flock
O, Prescient Ewe That knows where to stand Avoids ambivalent hand That bore this world Of life’s command To bear its high demand O, Precocious Hen Knows when not to lay A life down in the hay A babe unborn, Uncracked, unraised Unknown to her dismay O, Prodigal Mare Beware not to sprain Or you will bear the strain Though not for long You’ll be for this plain Where retired mounts are lain O, Impassioned Pig Whose fattening Welcomes a fatter thing Wash away The amber glaze Chase not the dangling O, Prescient Ewe Return to me What is it you see? Be sure it is What’s to come Not what you wish it be.
#pastoral#shepherd#ranch
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FrankCavalo
24/Non-binary/South London
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC
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