Lost Sheep
Mary had a severe problem
stealing bewildered animals
searching for their mother. Pure
magic it seemed, she forever disclosed
the grass hidden in her front
pocket. Duping the little lamb
with forbidden snacks. Fleece
white, shaken with fear looking
for her mother. You’re my pet now
Mary and her control issues.
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