spying momo on the Missouri River
Momo blended in well with the trees
moved fast considering he was walking in brush
we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River
It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly.
Tried to tell people.
They thought we had been smoking pot.
I have never smoked pot
But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real
He appeared taller than other men,
his coverings were made of leaves
he blended in with the trees
we think we found his camp
it was a horrible smelling place
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