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1886–1950

THE OLD BARN

John Gould Fletcher

Owls flap in this ancient barn With rotted doors. Rats squeak in this ancient barn Over the floors.

Owls flap warily every night, Rats’ eyes gleam in the cold moonlight. There is something hidden in this barn, With barred doors.

Something the owls have torn, And the rats scurry with over the floors.

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