douglas scotney (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)
Our Greatest Concern
Clearly, a ewe
pretty well never
has a go at what she hasn't
and is a fool for what she has.
is for one, or the other, or both.
That for the other
is our greatest concern:
having a go at what we haven't.
Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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