In the spirit of Lent, I decided to give up taking God's name in vain, and the f-word. Not just the obvious f-word... ALL OF THEM. More to come on this breaking story.
I was the sheep, shorn in the Spring Having never been before shorn, Afraid of my bareness Unfamiliar Pleased at my freedom Then I was the lamb Hauled off to the slaughter By my Caretaker, Smiles in his eyes, As I went along with him Now I am the leopard The littlest of the big cats Solitary But what a jaw Protected in the trees
I want to see the stars in Argentina I want to taste the water from Egypt I want to look at the leopards in Zimbabwe I want to hold the children in China I want to taste the sugar from Cuba I want to look at the fields in Russia I want to have a belly laugh I want to touch someone I want to live without regret I want to live
A sheep first shorn in the Spring Bare & afraid But pleased Having never been before shorn, Then the Lamb Lead to a Slaughter What beautiful eyes you have, Caretaker Then the Leopard The littlest of four Solitary Unlucky But what a jaw, Momma.
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