lundi 14 décembre 2015

A limerick of a black sheep

I have never seen a black sheep before, but I know one
he was a rejected soul once his adolescent years had begun
All he ever fancied was to find his place in his family
but was cast to the wind as an Autumn leaf free-falling from a tree

Why was he treated as the odd child, he had yet to understand
though he grew up with that mentality even unto the stature of a man
another oddity was even
A limerick of a black sheep

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