Put me out to pasture,
Near to the Gooseberries patches
Watch how I thrive,
My head above the clouds,
As I touch the hand of Zeus,
Reaching for the Jersey shore,
Closer to my lover,
Still my sadness reigns,
As I consider possibility,
But not,
In that pasture.
SDM
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