butter lambs steal the sleep of ideas
that were, but never are original
and the use of soldiers without a war
labour softly at conscious and caring
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apparent aliens are the thieves of
time and undiscovered discovery
nomadic drunks are essential in their
quaint purity of self proclamation
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hermits wish for butter lambs to become
enigmatic, after fleece is shorn and
petals are popped; blown to a dry, western wind
wise to know faith is better placed in god