A true sad story of poems and songs, for our lamb
The waiting
it was a lonely day, I heard no baa, coming from my pet lamb, we run outside, it is on the ground, struggling for air.
My best friend, was dying young.

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Chapter 2

poem 1= lying helplessly.

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