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I walked With Indians

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Sitting Bull by Kevin tully

I walked with


as a younger



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hardly walk

no more

still I hear drums

look shook

at buffalo

behind tall


bloodied my hands

in wilder deer



I dream

walking with Indians


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Kevin is (writing about yourself in the third person (illeism) is a trip) an artist/writer/carpenter and frustrated songwriter living in Johnson City, Texas. His latest frustrating songwriting attempt is titled, "I Touched the Hand That Touched (more...)

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(Or you can set your preferences to show all comments, always) walk... by Allan Wayne on Thursday, Nov 8, 2012 at 12:29:29 PM
I was trying to send a link about Newport, Oregon ... by Allan Wayne on Thursday, Nov 8, 2012 at 12:34:04 PM
Thanks so much for the link.  We need to walk... by Kevin Tully on Thursday, Nov 8, 2012 at 3:07:25 PM