Sheep?
I think people are sheep.
I watch them crawl and creep.
Blindly follow,
chew and swallow.
I'm so artsy and deep.
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When you read these entries, picture an older man with a beard, smoking a pipe on a porch with his shotgun in his lap...that is who is telling these tales..
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