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Written by Anonim
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Sunday, 06 November 2005 |

My Special Owl
(Paradise Press)
Owl is special,
Owl wakes at night, when I am fast asleep.
Owl is special.
He has the softest feathers.
He looks like a fluffy, speckled ball.
Owl lives in his own, special nest.
It is in a hole in a tree.
Owl peeps out and stares at me.
Owl has special eye.
They are huge.
They are as big and round as the moon above.
Owl is especially clever.
Owl is wise and thinks a lot.
He blinks, and thinks, and blinks again.
When owl is cross, he ruffles his feathers.
Somehow, he looks cuddly instead of cross,
and that makes him crosier still.
My special owl can turn his head right to see me
He looks so funny and sweet.
Owl has beautiful wings.
He can fly, high, high, into the night sky.
I do not want My special Owl to fly away.
But he hoots at me,
"I'll be back soon.
Twit-twoo!"
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