In pastures lush, where sunbeams play,
A white sheep lounges through the day.
With wool as thick as winter's coat,
It dreams of grass with every bloat.
Its bleats are soft, its snores profound,
In slumber's grasp, it can be found.
With belly full and eyelids low,
It lazes 'neath the sun's warm glow.
A fluffy cloud upon the ground,
In restful bliss, it can be found.
Though lazy and fat, its spirit's deep,
A peaceful soul, the white fat sheep.
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PoetryHi. This is my first book. Sorry if there is any bad grammar , english is my third language. I hope you will like it. I write poetry , because , I am in higschool , and it is a stress reliver, so I don't really have time for a full book. May or may...
