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Psalm 23

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Fences are for shrewd cats and flighty birds.
Our flesh is water-logged, heavy with the
conscience of age; tied to airy souls. God
offers no barrier ‘tween heavenly
domain and lowly fields. All down to choice.
This pasture, that pastor; all sheep, all scolded
and in His image duly moulded.
After all, have you ever seen a ram
consider brain damage before charging? 

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Miserabilia Just poking a little fun and trying to make a point at the same time.
updated Oct 13 '11 by Miserabilia

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