Best Buckskin Poems

The poker game wuz progressin' purty well 'til Iron Mike started a ruckus!
Seems he had some spare aces up his sleeve, that dirty, sneaky cuss!
One-Eyed Pete didn't cotton to them shenanigans and drew his forty-four!
Iron Mike jumped up, toppled chairs and tables a-skedaddlin' fer the...

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Buckskin beauty waiting so long by self.
Rise up Raven Crow and make Tawpow glad.
We will go to Neeva’s high wind blown shelf,
place where eagles soar and eyes can’t be sad.

I will bring the open sky your flowing
night black mane that reaches low to shoulders.
A crown...

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