It's not that I'm in any shape
to feel myself anew.
Despite the many years of change
I'm still a sheepy ewe.
It's not that I can shape or feel
my way to peace and calm.
A fully rounded personage
of veritable balm.
I'm ovine-dwelling into shape
and burgeoning to be
a roundly upward-reaching ewe
whose almost bourgeoisie.
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