Haiku
Lovely buttercups
Sway in the spring breeze
For a lamb...fodder
Fixed glare of sun
On besieged whitewashed wall
I can see forever
Noisy sparrows sit
In my rhododendron shrub
A breeze dries my shirts
Ewe refused her lamb
Shepherd gave it to his wife
Now it is a pet
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