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The Poetry of Russ Allison Loar
Sheeps
The hills are alive
With the sound of sheep,
They sleep all day long
But at night they creep,
Into the houses
Of young girls and boys
And put on their clothes
And play with their toys.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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