Down the muddy pothole lane
the rust flake pick-up goes
to the fields of sheep
of ewes with tales of woe
cold lambs risk of dying
now ewes udders cease to grow
there is food in the back
scarce this time of year
to sprinkle on the ground
for any sheep that's near
lambs with hypothermia
will not meet the auctioneer
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