A loss sheep
In the darkest time human cant work,
Without light for a journey
When my little kid behaviour loss is way
When he became popular in street
When is atrribute are dangerious
He work always walk with bad goat
When she pursue female hen like.....
When sisters could always flog him
When he could haw and spend money
When he could steal from neighbours
When he could not listen to good advices
When he could play all days
When he could end up in waters of unirine daytime
my little behaviour is born with me
When could my loss sheep return home?
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