Dongz Zia
read what i write, see what i shoot, while on the way to my last breath
31 December 2007
Old Owl
A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he heard, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?
- Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes
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