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Feb 2015
one letter at a time, take
one sound, no mime, make
one word, a play on, no mistake
one muse, ha ha,
no refusal, sounds become a litter
of letters in piles of clothing on
a poets floor, imagine not the
sounds of laughter, but of verse
of rhyme of prose as one discovers
the other has toes and the sounds that
ensue, freely leading to a complete poeme.
The alphabet approach.
I always get stuck at mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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