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An owl sitting in the tree Looking at me a wise old owl and In his tree he's hooting so loud He'd stare with big eyes At nocturnal flies and little owl Then swoop down with nary a word.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC
Old Owl
An owl sitting in the tree Looking at me a wise old owl and In his tree he's hooting so loud He'd stare with big eyes At nocturnal flies and little owl Then swoop down with nary a word.
Owl 🦉
david-p-carroll
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC
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