Febrile Imaginings of a Blind Owl
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bullics,
febrile imaginings of a blind owl,
joichers,
mumbligigging,
naquillity,
obfully,
plic,
pnoted,
poesaics,
rewdne,
tentamered,
tual,
whate
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There once was a tual not far from
A grove of feathered bullics.
Plic. Plic. Plickety, plack.
Mumbligigging could be heard from his back.
Seeking evidence of this growing sound
The owl turned his head and pnoted
Two field mice scurrying over
The hill at midnight on their joichers.
Tentamered with their flight, the owl
Flit his wings wide, lighting the sky
With rewdne dust and whate.
Plic. Plic. Plickety, plack.
Mumbligigging could be heard from his back.
The owl, obfully waiting for his snack.
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