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"By the by," Said Owl to Fly, "I caught you in Spider's web; I spared you for I loved you so Though my love would like to have fled." "I thought," Fly replied, "That you would ask Not for my gratitude Nor for respect- For what am I? But a lowly black speck to you." "You may be small," Owl's lovesick call Was nothing short of determined, "But then how can I Expect love for I feast on rats and vermin!" "So! Ah! We are accursed us Both meant for solitude: Me for my size (Disregarding the eyes) You for your choice in food!" "Although," Owl stated Not one to be bated, "Perhaps we are not so fixed In five years, or eight We may curse our fate And wonder how we never mixed." "But, I!" Said Fly "But what?" Owl replied "I tell you, I've not been so enamored Of something not furry, Not likely to scurry, Since my last supper's end in a clamor." "So shall we?" "We shall." And Fly settled on Owl And the two built a life of compassion 'Tween Fly's buzzing vibrations Owl found a vocation To reverberate love into fashion.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
Owl and Fly Debate the Debacle of Romance
"By the by," Said Owl to Fly, "I caught you in Spider's web; I spared you for I loved you so Though my love would like to have fled." "I thought," Fly replied, "That you would ask Not for my gratitude Nor for respect- For what am I? But a lowly black speck to you." "You may be small," Owl's lovesick call Was nothing short of determined, "But then how can I Expect love for I feast on rats and vermin!" "So! Ah! We are accursed us Both meant for solitude: Me for my size (Disregarding the eyes) You for your choice in food!" "Although," Owl stated Not one to be bated, "Perhaps we are not so fixed In five years, or eight We may curse our fate And wonder how we never mixed." "But, I!" Said Fly "But what?" Owl replied "I tell you, I've not been so enamored Of something not furry, Not likely to scurry, Since my last supper's end in a clamor." "So shall we?" "We shall." And Fly settled on Owl And the two built a life of compassion 'Tween Fly's buzzing vibrations Owl found a vocation To reverberate love into fashion.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
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