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Sad Owl
I listen to her hoot
The pains in her voice breaks the mid-night quietude
Crickets backing up with attitude
The cacophony turning out a sad tune so fine
As I stay bedridden by the rhythm
I trace a pain so close to mine
The pains in her voice breaks the mid-night quietude
Crickets backing up with attitude
The cacophony turning out a sad tune so fine
As I stay bedridden by the rhythm
I trace a pain so close to mine
Published 25th Feb 2012
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