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Dec 2014
o day, green grows your grass,
o sky, blue floats above a mass,
o cloud, puffs of cotton
    innocence above the morass.

o night, blue black with a sliver and pin ******,
o light, a crescent moon and stars play tricks,
o Eyes, watch me fortress building with bricks
                               as sleep falls and walls stand.

o snow, there is none white as you,
o air, it feels so much like spring too,
o dusk,
       o dawn, there is waiting as
       the gap yawns, choices now few.

o year, as you end you begin anew,
o time, you quit on me too soon,
o Eternity, strength in me renew,

let my dreams take flight on eagle's wings,
let me run and not be weary,
let these ugly toes and feet walk,
                 so that the body faints not!
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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