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The Ancient Ones

Swift as the wind,
A deer,
Nothing can touch me for,
I am a nomad,

Goods and wares ,
I sell,
Skins and hide,
I wear,

If I Imitated Invalid,
My soul would surly die,
My vessel would move on,
Following the motions of life,

The prairie allows me to dwell,
In her abundant grasses,
The river leads me down,
The path I must take



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LovelyDuckling said...
May 23, 2012 at 2:09 pm
very good:) mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
 
LovelyDuckling said...
May 23, 2012 at 2:09 pm
very good:) mind checking out my poem 'those things that never were'?
 
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