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Artwork by Hendrik Hermans, poem by Clive Blake

I feel my spirit gradually ebbing away, So, when I eventually lie down to die, Will my ancestors save a place for me Around the great camp-fire in the sky? Will the buffalo be grazing there In herds too numerous to count? Will my faithful white stallion be waiting, For me to, once more, remount? Will the eagles soar high above my head? Will the bear and wolf run free? Will the plains grasses sigh in the breeze, In an ever changing symphony? Will the flow of cool mountain streams Cleanse all regrets from my anguished mind Will the peace I am desperately seeking, Be there for me to find?

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Date: 12/30/2022 11:37:00 PM
"Enough of your mambo jambo, were running out of time here " " Young Guns " " How come they killin us, cause were in the spirt world asshole, they cant see us" thanks 4 the poem....Coy BYM validate
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Date: 12/31/2022 2:00:00 AM
Well, that's one way of looking at life, I suppose! Thanks for taking the time to comment ~ Clive