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A Message Sent in the Darkness

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In the Ever-Green Wood, there lives an owl, so old and wise,

Loves to tell tall tales and some true, so be careful, I'd advise.

At night time lightning bugs like to spread the word all about,

The Fox and cat often both disagree, but love to give a shout.


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The old owl has told this same story to all who wish to hear,

About those who would rob all others, do it without any fear.

The wind beneath his wings is strong, let nothing to dismay,

God Shall bless us all you see, despite those who do betray.


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There once was a boy of an English descent, born American,

A mother and father raised him well, a good boy in their plan.

He grew up tall and loved to sing, as time grew long, did play.

He learned his lessons well in school, worked hard every day.

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He went to college and began to teach, art was his chosen field,

Then he found a needy child, who would not give up, or to yield.

This teacher discovered a challenge great, not to be addressed.

Trying hard to spread the word, our Lord God knows what's best.


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Lean on me, the white owl said, one evening in the wood,

The finest sanctuary to be found, a time to find, we should.

I'll guide you to the better place, you'll grow stronger there,

You'll find a blessing in what you do, for all know you care.


So the boy became the man, grew up well, so devoted then,

Found a wife and married, raised a family, true love to begin.

Along the way, shared his songs of life, so that all could hear,

No better role of service to make, about what we hold so dear.

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Songs were spread about the world, became famous, everyone,

All taken from him in disguise, others wealthy by what he'd done.

Someday those who robbed his work to be punished, one and all,

Imposters often rewarded, warned the owl, a time for each to fall.


The old man now sits at the table, his work before him shines,

His writings reflect the life he has lived, in its purpose defines.

Is sad that he has lost his name, hidden all among the crowd,

Work shared to be worth more and in its theft, by him allowed.


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Blink on, blink off, old lightning bug, your message has been seen,

Thank you for your service, for we've received your signals, keen.

You're telling us now that all is well, to be so happy as we should,

As old brother owl and all his kin hoot-whoo deep within the wood.


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