Have you heard a weep of a sheep?
It was full of agony, like it received a thousands of whip
It calls out to his shepherd, or maybe to his mother
To save him from misery, call out that he suffer
His weeping was loud, begging them to stop
The sourness of what he drank, making him want to nap
He was thankful to put him to a long sleep
So he would never have to experience the butcher, of the man o who feed him, for the pain is deep
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
