Crow Creek
By Ewan
Mon, 09 Jul 2007
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Crow Creek city South Dakota Alt 1479 Pop.152
Injun hair they said I had
and how they mocked my long, long coat:
Grandpa died and it came to me.
It trailed on the ground when I’uz fourteen.
I guess it’ll always flap
black-winged in the wind.
It don’t trail now
and no-one laughs.
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