A Laughing Sheep

Mutton and lamb shanks on the
Offing
I stuff my pillow with the leaves of
Destruction
There are whispers of spring and an early
Release
The inspiration from a pair of
Leggings
The stove turned on
High
The flames of fury
Licking
She is my sheep to
Slaughter
Her wickedest laugh
My undoing
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