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Mar 2015
theres a big white owl he sits up on a fence
surrounded by the woodland so very thick and dense.

with his eyes so big and a head that spins around
sitting there so quietly he dosent make a sound.

he can see for miles when he begins to fly
flying there so gracefully. hovering in the sky

waiting for his chance to move in for the ****
hovering so gently in the night so still.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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