The Comfort of Ewe

White and fluffy, yet definitely ewe, She’s abundantly giving, though not him. Her heart may be his but can she be ours? Perhaps, if we sing her a loving hymn. My heart’s calling, I’m reaching out to you, I’d have our minutes turned into hours.   Enjoyment helps pass the time in hours, I’m lostContinue reading “The Comfort of Ewe”