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sheering the sheep
Of me.
Of mere..
I bespoke this sheer..
shear force
it wrenched
and it wrangled
from my gut
thoughts unbespoke of a
bloke such as me
I wrestled it and
untorqued it
it relented half-wit
and I its
unfitted bemuse.
Monday 23rd May 2016 1:21 am
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