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Nov 2013
There's a tree by the edge of a cliff
Where ol Donald sits and wonders what if
should he jump to his death
he's got nothing left
but to hope that his end come quite swift
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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