A poem

The fall of man on deaf ears.
I wanted to write them a story
But they were already living it.
I wanted to go on a trip,
But God laughed-
Pulled me- a sheep
Lifted the wool off doubtful eyes.
The young may now have to remember
How to be…
The fall of man on deaf ears.
I wanted to write them a story
But they were already living it.
I wanted to go on a trip,
But God laughed-
Pulled me- a sheep
Lifted the wool off doubtful eyes.
The young may now have to remember
How to be…
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