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Counting Sheep

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Afternoon sun withdrawn from town,

the crisp blanket of nightfall envelops us now.

 

Woolly beasts scuttle and linger,

so beware the shadow of complying blade-eaters,

bleating and bleating as they're numbered.

 

For one is one if all's the same,

put your thoughts to rest.




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