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he heard snatches of comment

going up from the river bank

 

all them injuns is people first

and besides for this buckskin

 

why we even shoot at them

and seems like a sign of warm

 

dead as a horse friendship

and time to pedal their eyes

 

to lean out and say the truth3

all you injuns is just white keys

b)

Jordan Abel


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