with nothing but a frog to chew on the otter assumes all is not wrong all is over all is above all great and onto the ice to scratch out in the morning at eight oclock
out into the air the fresh scent of our perch over here of the skates and the gloves we wear to slide over to inspect to look for scats to determine the tracks to shake our heads and dig the otter who bides time by the rock the only rock so far as the eyes can say yes in eel bay to see the white underside of the otters chin ponder and the blackest nose there ever is to snort and condemn our lives our missives
later the day gets and the sun makes its own set with the haze that arises and grindstone minds
dawn was prudent purple pursue a greater cause propose a greeting to launch at the other ones who come after
we slip we slide we deign to estimate our chances always mistaking fortune for folly
out into the air the fresh scent of our perch over here of the skates and the gloves we wear to slide over to inspect to look for scats to determine the tracks to shake our heads and dig the otter who bides time by the rock the only rock so far as the eyes can say yes in eel bay to see the white underside of the otters chin ponder and the blackest nose there ever is to snort and condemn our lives our missives
later the day gets and the sun makes its own set with the haze that arises and grindstone minds
dawn was prudent purple pursue a greater cause propose a greeting to launch at the other ones who come after
we slip we slide we deign to estimate our chances always mistaking fortune for folly
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