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<poem> I remember Playing at the lake You would smile and Slide into the water (Graceful little otter) and I’d follow you, flow into your world. Webbed feet, oily pelt (cute little bark) of course it’s magic how you and me became one and the

same

two otters and a bit of

child’s play

to pass the summer nights. </poem>