Poor little bugger

Posted on September 4, 2025 by Rex Tyler

Born in the shitty mayhem
It’s called farming so they say
A lamb he saw his mother
As they led her away
Wanting kisses and cuddles
Wanting licks and more
The stench of life encapsulates
This baby more and more

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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