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A simple verse, a little babble like!.

The Flock

Halla, a Shepard man, tended flocks
Among the hills of Babel town
No greater Shepard tread these hills
Or safely guarded his minions such

But legend had an evil wind appear
Causing tongues to swirl words amuck
Soon the flocks did flee the hills
And no Shepard could call them back

But Halla strong a Shepard man
Called out for his dog so near
But the dog heard not the Shepard’s call
Only the baas’ of flocks so lost

So Halla wandered the hills so vast
Searching always for his flocks
And yet no dog appeared
still he called and called some more

Until one day a lowly ewe appeared
With eyes of crystal and ancient gait
With tongue calmed she spoke the words
Of ancient times of single flock

And Halla listened the trance undone
And stars in heaven were his guide
And words of ancients rang so true
For now he knew what evil wind had done

The flocks returned among the hills
And peace returned as words foretold
Halla raised his staff to praise
For indeed his God graced hills once more

But God made Halla stand and look
Into his eyes, crystalline orbs of light
And Halla knew at once he knew
We are all the same, we are the flockWww@QuestionHome@Com

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