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The Return To Rotgut Part 3
A single soldier stayed To guard against the animal From digging up the grave He felt awful for the Injuns Disgusted by their plight So from his bag he took a chalk And upon a stone, did write These Injuns lie beneath this land Through no fault of their own Their only crime, was to take stand And defend their rightful home 1856 Part 3 It’s been 12 years since that day Now the wind blew from the east A strange scent in the air Which frighten, all the beast And with the wind came sickness A plague upon the town It left the people, weak and feeble As the virus spread around But I alone stayed well And never once felt ill But at the edge of town What I saw gave me a chill He wore feathers in his hat And a cloak made of rawhide But he didn't have his gun Just a pouch tied to his side He made his way, straight to me As I stood there on the walk Then using broken English He began to talk He said that in his sack There contained an ancient cure That could make the town's folk free From all that they've endured To be continued
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