The night owls grow tired of an endless blue sky
And the howling screeching as the selfless drive by
Through the amicable streets which their oil abates
The outright decay of day gives way to their own state
The tranquil serenity of dusk and the dark
Allows the owls to frolic amongst every last park
And what's to be seen leaves them to finally take charge
The life line must be cut, no matter how large
The day shall come, the owls with their wings
Shall fly towards it's middle, giving a sing
The hymn heard calls all owls to follow along
The sun shall melt, the owls at peace, live strong
What do you think?
Lily Long And Her Six Foot Dong?
D*mn John, this is beautiful work %26lt;3
(nice title, wink)
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