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Jul 2013
she lies at my feet,
I am the Alpha and
I am the protector
of the pack, this ten
year old pup, does not
like deep rumbles,
loud motorcycles,
or the idiots lighting
fire crackers,
fire works,
jerks.

But she lies at
my feet and has
stopped shaking
enough to sleep,
I don't mind being
the Alpha,
but I like it
better she feels
part of the pack.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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