after Laura Gilpin
The sheep I saw were conjoined at the ass,
nothing poetic or profound about it.
They were conjoined at the ass, and
to imagine how they lived made me sad.
None of the other sheep seemed to notice.
after Laura Gilpin
The sheep I saw were conjoined at the ass,
nothing poetic or profound about it.
They were conjoined at the ass, and
to imagine how they lived made me sad.
None of the other sheep seemed to notice.
