False Friends of a Boy Named Souix
While going to see a man about a horse Oh Susanna's don't tread on me but of course Little snake by any other name would be just as bitter piss and vinegar with forked tongue now who is the spitter Fighting without fighting within you named me Sioux like mustangs running freely they were brought too The deer the buffalo ran free they will again some allies some enemy but true is we are all kin The hearth of the matter to divide the seven stones conquering a fire of a people while scattering their bones
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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