The Nowl.


The howl of a nowl 

Is a norrible thing!
Nowls cry at night

When non-nowls sing

Songs of days spent flying
Kites in the breeze

And “The number of trees

Has no relevance in the shape of things!”

States many a brow nowl;

But, maybe the nowls are lying.

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