The lost lamb

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the little lamb runs from it's mother. no luck for it'self, no luck from another. It turns and sees it's mother taken away. the little lamb is left astray the little bugger follows it's mother. to see her shot sheered and shiped out the little lamb is filled with anguish and anger "who are these strangers to kill my mother?" "look" said one to his brother filled with thoughts of revenge the little runs at the other, swept aside, a bullet to the head it followed it's mother and now it's dead

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October 5, 2005 01:01ill haven

its* mother
itself*
shipped* out

METAPHORICAL!