#AmericanWriters
Buffalo Bill 's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth—silver stallion
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who sharpens every dull here comes the only man reminding with his bell to disappear a sun and out of houses pour
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why did you go little fourpaws? you forgot to shut your big eyes. where did you go?
between green mountains sings the flinger of fire beyond red rivers
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purer than purest pure whisper of a whisper so(big with innocence) forgivingly a once of eager glory, no
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Buffalo Bill ’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silve… …
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