I was too old to hold
Unto which I couldn't afford,
Then I thought of keeping my sheep
Than dreaming of beeping a jeep
For when they multiply with zest,
In the sky, makes me feel can fly the best
If you want to walk tall; give a try,
Cast out shy, and on top all will fly
But if you lost your sheep, consult
Am too kind to remind how to find
Love what you have than starve;
Hoping for that which you can't have
That I have sheep, only it will I keep
Because it's from which riches I reap
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