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mill about you funny sheep.
you can never find bo peep.
your wool turns green,
but you think you're not seen.
don't even have to creep.
beware you funny little fiends,
a cliff lies behind the scenes.
run about in shakey circles.
play with the slow turtles.
and always stay on the greens.
the big cheese nears the edge.
what is over the ledge?
i don't know,
it surely isn't snow.
and still they miss the hedge.
splat, splunk, splish,
to fall they now wish.
silenced shots do not ring,
but sheeps blood do bring.
now they are on the dish.
-david rbV
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