Written by Emily Harstone | October 3, 2016
Gripped by hate wisdom boundaries found.
Those eyes, something about those eyes!
He felt like a game-hawking falconer.
Hey!You’re cutting off my circulation
An owl named, Pussycat wins hearts!
Screech let go of me man
I call wisdom from the air.
Abruptly messages stopped, the kingdom fell.
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Gripped by hate wisdom boundaries found.
Those eyes, something about those eyes!
He felt like a game-hawking falconer.
Hey!You’re cutting off my circulation
An owl named, Pussycat wins hearts!
Screech let go of me man
I call wisdom from the air.
Abruptly messages stopped, the kingdom fell.