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The Lake

By Otto


The lake, is a beautiful blue.

The water so cold and a cold summer day.

On the top of a mountain see string

Fly through the air, and a fish fly with it.

Soon I smell fired fish and I hear my grandma

Yelling dinner.  I say give me a minute and

I look across the lake as see another family

That looks the same.  I yell, I scream to say hello.

My grandma says Sush up.  We’ll boat across

Another day.

Then I protest shore to shore

We’ll soon compromise tomorrow.