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I am watched, I see an owl in a tree, seems so wild on a cord as eyes widen, to stretch its boney beak, and shriek over my head, I run, and it follows as the venom of the ivy gets to my legs, I slip and fall, the owl is gone, but there is much time for suffering, as my sensitive skin knows.
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