Big Chief-Little ChiefA Poem by Jack Cassidy
Big chief-little chief count your indians-a storm's a-comin'-Can't you see it-there just over the horizon-colored blue-grey-Wave that smoke from your wide eyes-I'm tired of witnessin' to ya'-Old stone-and bag of bone
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Added on January 13, 2024 Last Updated on January 14, 2024 Author
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