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Mar 2014
She curls,
her curly fur curls,
round her soft,
and she is oft
found sleepng, on her bed,
                         on any bed,
the grey sweater, knit for her,
she wears,
it is her color, matches her fur,
brightens her eyes,
belly breathing,
small movement without
a care,
she is aware of every sound,
when she is curled soft and round.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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