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The Owl
Alone he sits upon a limb Not far from his thatched home He needs no justification Wherever he may roam His talons they are deadly He has a prudish stare He searches for a little mouse Someone who's left his lair His life is a common road It's not indecent to kill A lonely forsaken animal Wandering on his hill. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open"" Justification...Prudish...Forsaken...Thatched...Common...Indecent
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