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Once in a tree trunk
There lived a little owl.
He was black all over
Without any brown.
Every night at midnight
The little owl would say
'Twit twoo, twit twoo,
Come and stay
If you may
Twit two, twit twoo,
Come and stay
Come today.'
I thought and I thought
If could
If I should.
But I'm not going,
Not right now,
Not to meet that wise old owl.
Jesia Writes, July 1981
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