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If a seven-hundred-acre lake Were staring you square in the face, Right off your cabin's back porch, Would you have a clue As to its relationship with you?
Speaking strictly for myself, I can tell you how essential it is — Its elemental presence Flows through my arteries and veins, Nurturing my spirit —
Since I'm a smallmouth bass, a walleye, A patch of six-foot-tall cattails, A Canada gander, A loon communing with the full moon, A ripple disguised as a man.
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