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It's just the company they keep (The light side)

The cat that kills for pleasure

does not worry, curse or weep.

He tells his fawning 'master'

It's just the company I keep.

 

The crow that pecks the lambs eyes

never loses any sleep.

He tells the grim faced farmer,

It's just the company I keep.

 

The fox that raids the hen coop,

he slumbers long and deep.

He tells the mounted huntsman,

It's just the company I keep.

 

The flea that feeds on blue blood,

is as happy with the cheap.

He finds another warm bed.

Any company he'll keep.

 

Comments1

  • Jamie

    Nice!



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