The Gap in the Hedge
Some sheep always find the gap in the hedge And dip into the lane to nibble dock. Freed from the field, they find a better place Of open hills and pastures with no end. Exploring, they go onward, round the bend, Then looking back there’s no familiar face. Spooked, they trot back home to join the flock, Forget they’d ever ventured to the edge.
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