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May 2015
sky so true blue,
no ego or eagle, take flight in you,
not tonight, on cue
everything now to their nest, fly!,
night birds begin
to hoot havoc before the moon
hits their eyes and
they glow as a disguise makes them as bright
as distant stars.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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