Thank goodness. These were easy.
oak, oar, oasis, oat

Out of the best old oak,
I carved an oar for my boat.
I packed all my gear,
And pushed off from the pier.

Feeling my oats,
I was ready to go!
To my secret place,
Felt cool no haste.

Far in the distance, I saw my island.
Palm trees, and shells and soft white sand.
It’s my own oasis peaceful and silent.
It’s in my imagination, and in my command.
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As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
Goethe