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Nov 2013
Five forlorn fugitives stood tall
tall as trees
a fierce firing squad waited..
Their intent?
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They shot....

all five fell

all except one

he stood alone

eons passed, stars went supernova and yet

there he stood

wondering....
Ocho the Owl
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Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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     Ocho the Owl, ottaross, --- and GaryFairy
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