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Timbo Poems - Poems about Timbo


My Vision of the Indian Slaughter
...That day is etched in the back of my mind still I was five yet I can still hear the screams and cries piercing in the clearing My uncle Hodge was in the saddle on Babydoll His best friend Wade was on......

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Categories: timbo, death, hate, visionary, women,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things