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Lost SheepI am like a lost sheep. Wandering around alone on a mountain trail in the dead of winter. I have no purpose any more nor understanding about love. And wonder how things got so out of hand that her love was lost to me forever. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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