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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet: The Poor Lamb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I eat the grass that grows in the meadow; <br>I jump and play with joy after a drink; <br>I walk back home when comes the Eve’s shadow; <br>Death’s shadow lurks on me always, I think. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Warm clothes men make with my hide for winter; <br>My wool keeps them so warm in intense cold; <br>They walk me to the house where they slaughter, <br>And no one cares if I am young or old. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I say ‘baa-baa’ to call my dear mother; <br>I cry ‘baa-baa’ when I feed on the grass; <br>I say ‘baa-baa’ when ’tis rainy weather; <br>I cry ‘baa-baa’ seeing my master’s lass. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=371971" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I am born to die, giving them meat, <br>Why torture ’fore you earthlings can me eat?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a></strong></div>

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