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Aug 2013
I feel that chill on morning and nights air,
Walking the dog with out a care
It freshens me
as I capture air and turn it into breath
Who would think that becoming fall,
Like an answer to the court bailiffs call,
was summers reprieve,
not for dealing, or stealing but loitering,
unless you like that sort of thing.
The lines in italics were added here,
the others were my response to the famous FB "What's on your mind?"
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Nat Lipstadt and Claire R
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