Our Greatest Concern - Poem by Douglas Scotney
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.
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