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We All Like Sheep

sheep with a plan And who wouldn’t like sheep? With a cloud for a body and nub for a tail, this ovine citizen has a distinctive strut. He throws his sloping hooves out in front of him and pulls himself along the green pasture beside the still waters – – his posture suggests he’s walking backwards, but be not deceived, this sheep maketh progress. The still waters are not pictured, and the green pastures are represented by a continuous zig-zag line like a tide chart. The constant diet of grass has lent its color to his green voice (what color is your voice?), which belts out his future plans: “I’M GOING TO EAT SOME GRASS ! ! ! ! !”

Sub conditione Jacobi, lamby, “under the condition laid down by James: “If the Lord wishes, we will live and do this or that.” For what is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. If the Lord wishes, you will indeed EAT SOME GRASS ! ! ! ! ! !

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