Spoken before about growing the feet to fit the shoes of a shepherd. Didn't even know the difference, really, twixt shepherd and a wielder of a sheepstick. But again, answer the call, and the wings appear.
The wonder is still that with all my flailing with the sheepstick, that anyone would think the flailing something of attraction. The thing to remember is that if called to fit the shoes, there's also concurrent calls to walk in the same treads. Not your sheepstick being followed; yours is simply a twig in the sightline of the one true staff.
4.03.2006
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