Saturday, July 30, 2016

Sonnet 41 - Treats Comments

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We sometimes lie abed but cannot sleep;
The Shepherd serving us so oft and well
Has fled the field, defeated, with his sheep,
While we remain in that deserted cell.
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Dennis Lange
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Kelly Kurt 31 July 2016

Well written and relatable, Dennis. I suffer from this too. Thanks

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