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I found a ewe today, stiff as a stone. Her maturing lamb, just lying there. Massey Ferguson Undertakers remove, as the lamb; busy, jumping around with the rest. The flock is rotated between OBGYN, buttercup-ed fields, the barber to your dinner plate. Still, on cold nights and wet days, underneath the ash, the lamb looks out — heavy, like the leaves — sort of still hoping;
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Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
Hope
I found a ewe today, stiff as a stone. Her maturing lamb, just lying there. Massey Ferguson Undertakers remove, as the lamb; busy, jumping around with the rest. The flock is rotated between OBGYN, buttercup-ed fields, the barber to your dinner plate. Still, on cold nights and wet days, underneath the ash, the lamb looks out — heavy, like the leaves — sort of still hoping;
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Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
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