I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold
I did not love my shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child, I did not love my home.
I did love that voice, I wished afar they could roam.
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7 comments:
So we're into verse now are we? ;)
poetic blues??
U suck at poetry do u know that?
interesting brand of poetry
ahem ahem!! from corny sex to lyrical verses.. metamorphism/transfiguration??
Why cant the voices roam??
verses are good, is this original or second hand material??
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