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this is a poem not about owls it’s also not about goats it’s mostly about the way cheese is made with a small offhand mention of boats oh milk oh rennin (boat)

‘I’m bored,’ said Wisp, the little shapeshifter. ‘Why don’t you be a horse? You had fun being a horse this morning,’ said Wisp’s mother, Vaporilla. ‘I’m bored with being a horse,’ said Wisp. ‘Well, what about a butterfly or a stork?’ suggested Wisp’s mother. ‘Or a liquid paste,’ added Wisp’s brother, Smokey. ‘Shut up, Smokey’ […]