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I wouldn't
say you were perfect,
but
perhaps something more,
each
dimple and pore
patched
with wattle and daub.
I wouldn't
say you..
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The day I was bornyou wrote this poemabout me being an Otter.Something like,how my mile-wide eyesgasped for life,and how I built a dam,a breakwaterunt..
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