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Sep 2013
Thunderous rain and,
bright jagged shafts of lighted
energy draining.

Shakes uncontrolled,
dog pants walks hears  internal
rebellion not play.


©DWE092013
Summers End (maybe not quite yet)

This day that September washed August and July down the drain, distant
now those warm days of cloudless skies, let me find another, with a sextant.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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