29/07/06

Royalties Oak

Have achieved the Royal Oak at Poynings, with, this time no trouble at all (except missing a stile scant yards from my destination and thus circumnavigating a field with sheep shading themselves from the piercing sun under low growing trees

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Sheep Fear

Look, he said.

That sheep is eyeing us as if we were grass.

The sheep means to eat us?

Is this because I shouted ‘mint sauce?’

Observe it’s rolling eye,

It’s incisorous maw.

Oh, pshah!

How dare you try and give me Sheep Fear!

I’m a reasonable man…

But Sheep Fear?

If it was a Jersey or a Friesan mark you,

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WHEN YOU KNOW I'M DOWNS?


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