Daily Poems for 2025

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Stay true to your wool, 
so heavy and full,
from follicles born,
and with honor worn,
a horror when shorn,
its loss you would mourn.

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Flocculent

The AI rendered this poem as a young woman with unkempt white hair and sheep's horns holding a wispy fabric that trails off panel to the left and right.