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When sheep are clouds and clouds are sheep
…And one lies down at night,
What is it that he counts to sleep
…In failing candlelight?
Does comfort come from clouds that walk,
…Or woolly sheep that fly?
Methinks if clouds or sheep could talk
…They’d tell us who and why.
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photo by Kevin Tuck at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mBZsrUW/Sheep+like+the+clouds
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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
The Bard on the Hill 