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Oct 2013
tree branches
        dance to the mysterious strains
              of the wind while the rain
                                                drains
         ­                                                  away all the small boats
                                             holding wee folk crossing moats
                                                           ­                                      to the castles in our dreams.


©DWE102013
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   ---, ---, bex and Nat Lipstadt
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