I am the black sheep.
Born with eyes too wide, a heart too soft, ears that hear a different drum, and a brain that dreams both day and night.
Many think me a fool.
They scoff at my reckless notions about life and destiny.
What they say makes good sense, but,
I am the black sheep and so I carry on.
For only one thing a black sheep is certain of;
Is that you never just know...
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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Your post coincided with something a friend just said to me
There is a rabbinic saying: It is not up to you to finish the task, but neither are you permitted to desist from it.
As the black sheep of a black sheep of a black sheep, I find myself in the peculiar position of being ostracised by the other black sheep.
Must have something to do with my red hair.
Amazing. I'm not totally dense, but that whole black sheep thing completely goes over my head. It may as well have been written in Greek or Swahili.
Would a glass of sheep dip and tonic help?
Brody, it would appear, that you actually do listen to something I may have said to you after all.
From one "Black Sheep" to another, I say, "Well done"; but, I had thought you were going to post this under a "Title" of Personal Credo, or something or the other; and, where is the attribution? Don't be shy about it dude!
Warren C. E. Austin
The Gay Deceiver
Toronto, Canada
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