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Oct 2013
the cracks of sound come with fire,
startles the dog and raises the ire
of the owner of at least this dog
but fear not I will not follow the
noise to where you live and play
well not tomorrow or today,

but the day after, that all may change



©DWE102013
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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   Nat Lipstadt, Jodi and bex
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