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the ewes and i |
embroidered sheep think about acupuncture i think about real sheep and feed them salt and minerals in the morning women of loose morals, the ewes and i we both eat apples straight off the tree and don't care about what the church says about us wormholes in our hearts happen when it rains too much or not enough a little moon beam hit me in the eye last night between the drape and the wall and it rained just enough there are words that don't exist hieroglyphs on our hands what fools we are eating those apples what fools |