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In The Spirit {they live on} I have soared above the mountain peaks hunted in the pine scented woods fished in the crystal blue streams and pondered in the river of yesterdays dreams spirit of the wise old owl that sleek and mighty buck have survived many battles with good medicine, and a little luck now at peace in my wigwam my body seems to fail but I will not crawl upon my belly as in a sidewinders trail For the spirit of the Grizzly and the coyotes will always be a part as the eagle and God's other creatures forever, live in my native heart. TEA BV 5-14-00 |
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