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Jim the tribe chief

a poem abot jim morrison if he was a native american chief

HELLO! i’m Jim a poet from the past i have been reincarnated i am a blast from the past i have hidden for years and caressed my despair but now i have decided to come back  to govern you all gather the hunters the gathers every one in all and mount the Clydesdales for with my help our enemies will fall hurry here they come the hoof beats shake and thunder arm yourselves and gather your spears there is no other option have no fear for i am your chief climb up in the trees the guardians of the green and throw your spears down and there will be no more hoof beats




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