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OUTLAWS. Owls: they whinney down the night, Old gods, shrunk to shadows, there Look up, else your eye must drown Look up, else your feet will stray For though creeds whirl away in dust, Old gods almost dead, malign, Banished to woods and a sickly moon, With thunder from an open sky Proud gods, humbled, sunk so low, Read next: Baloo Loo for Jenny Read previous: Manticor in Arabia Table of content of Country Sentiment GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book |