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Nov 2013
Green, green the flow goes quite deep
like water from mountains
that flow unto creeks

It surrounds and astounds
it scratches and claws
it burrows and burrows
inside narrow halls

The halls of my mind
are oozing and rich
with handsome amounts
of wisdom to teach

These copious words
that continually flow
shall continue to gush
until I am no more

Gush, my loves, gush
until I am no more
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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     Ocho the Owl, --- and Emily Tyler
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