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peace colors of life swirl around its christmas time, time for joy, the highway is a cold place a place where one can die
By cheyenne blackhawk6 years ago in Poets
It is late at night as I look out my window I think back many years you'd come over and we'd hold hands I know it's my fault you
i met someone today, mama his eyes are brown, they shine, he is so beautiful, so good. he makes me feel like a woman should.
There was a little girl whoes name I don't remember she used to pick flowers down by the river. she looked so sweet in her yellow dress
as the white man stood with his fist in the air the native girl watched him as he drank his beer and preached damnation.