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Dec 2013
the owl he his a  lovely bird he can roll his eyes
his head is full of knowledge he his very wise
he can fly so silent way up in the air
swoop down on his prey not knowing he his there
he sits on the fence quietly and still
sitting there for hours in the midnight chill
this little bird of prey a creature of the night
the wisest of them all and such a lovely sight
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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