699 The Judge is like the Owl— I`ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here`s an Amber Sill— That slanted in my Path— When going to the Barn— And if it serve You for a House— Itself is not in vain— About the price—`tis small— I only ask a Tune At Midnight—Let the Owl select His favorite Refrain.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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