At the bottom of our rotten
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Boat there is a lake.
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Things with many limbs are creeping
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Round my teenaged legs.
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Late October, old wives' summer,
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I'm all arms and legs.
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Spread out like an adolescent
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On my shallow bed.
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So, with animal skins around us, we go home.
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Home we go.
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Animal Skins
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| Dry The River |