4 thoughts on “Survey

  1. cleek

    Sheep

    “The Lord is my shepard I shall not want,
    He makes me down to lie, through pastures green,
    He leadeth me the silent waters by,
    With bright knives, He Releaseth my soul,
    He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places,
    He Converth me to lamb cutlets,
    For lo he hath great power and great hunger,
    When cometh the day we lowly ones
    Through quiet reflection,
    And Great Dedication,
    Master the art of Karate,
    Lo we shall rise up,
    And then we’ll make the bugger’s eyes water”

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