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Apr 2015
There is little room in the sky
The wind is a gutsy bully
Can move you with a gust,

There is little room in my past
The future is aging so fast
To this point life is a bust,

Don't mind me

I will just peel back the rust
Expose the internal busted workings
Who can begin to trust a clock,

Made in Grande Prairie
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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