Friday, July 24, 2009


Sheep: A Short Poem
by Joe Shetina

Today I walked past a field of sheep
They looked through the fence
And stared
I asked, "What is your
Problem sheep?"
And one said,
"You're wearing my brother"
My eyes rested upon
The coat that I had around me
After a moment,
I said
"He's very comfortable."
And walked on.

I am a cold bastard.

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