Yes, I know, I missed July 10 -- more on that lapse later.
The End of Madness
You know the story of the boy and his little sheep
asleep in their coat of stars,
their little legs folded under all that glowing,
their backs to the warmth of the chimney wall,
the air outside filled with hoarfrost
and the occasional drifting cinder.
Downstairs mother and father
are going over the numbers one more time.
Something has to give—
What can they get at market for the sheep ?
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