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Слушать(AI)Otters
I'LL be an otter, and I'll let you swimA mate beside me; we will venture downA deep, full river when the sky
Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we;
Thick-coated; no dog's tooth can bite at our
With ears and eyes of poachers; deep-earthed
Turned hunters: let him slip past,
The little vole, my teeth are on an
For the King-fish of the River!
I hold him
The glittering salmon that smells of the sea:
I hold him up and whistle!
Now we
Back to our earth; we will tear and
Sea-smelling salmon: you will tell the cubsI am the Booty-brmger:
I am the
Of the River the deep, dark, full, and flowing River!
Padraic Colum
Padraic Colum (8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collecto
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