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Down swoops lonley owl Graceful talons search for prey As field mice scatter May you land, dear owl, Where love is a place, learning the languange of the night. May you understand "...the unfinished creation Of a changing soul."
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
The Owl
Down swoops lonley owl Graceful talons search for prey As field mice scatter May you land, dear owl, Where love is a place, learning the languange of the night. May you understand "...the unfinished creation Of a changing soul."
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
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