Sonnet: Lambs

Lambs in fields seem to grow faster each year;Growing to look like their mothers, beforeWinter will come and soon we ignoretheir youth, replaced by usefulness or fear. Their lives belong to the highest bidderwho may have travelled from the farthest shore,for a new stock to toil in daily chore,purpose from purchase abundantly clear. Yes, green... Continue Reading →

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