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just here recently I forgot how to sleep
I don't know why it is or why all the sheep each one is numbered but they aren't easier to keep now my flock of sheep are beginning to make me weep everytime I look the price of grain becomes even more steep. How I wish I could put myself in my Jeep drive into town and have my horn go beep beep beep and have all my friends open their curtains for a peep as I drive my sheep, my Jeep, without sleep into a heep.
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