Poem #68: March 14th, 2010

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Sheep

Animals, all fuzzy white.

Seen so easily at night.

Their wool is used for many things,

To us, our many needs it brings.

They are found in fields and barns,

And their wool is used for yarn.

They all make distinctive noise,

That brings joy to girls and boys.

They are helpful, they are sweet,

Their personalities can’t be beat.

And when at night we go to sleep,

We realize the joys of sheep,

As we count them in our sleep.

I think we should all thank sheep.

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