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Feb 2010
there was  a little owl all he did was hoot sat up in a tree in a great big feathered suit.
he would fly at night as silent as can be. with his great big eyes for miles the owl could see.
flying around at night looking for his pray this  gave him food so he could sleep all day
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william worthless
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