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Counting Sheep

Like sheep being led to the slaughter, I became one of the herds daughters, just blending in with the sheep people, I ended up becoming known as a sheeple, Believing everything the elite told me, I went walking blindly with my herd constantly, not wanting to discern for myself the truth, worried the herd would think I was uncouth, Nevermore wanting to think outside the box, my individual thinking locked up with locks, my sheep tv does all the thinking for me, not caring or realizing that I'm getting fleeced. 2-16-17

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