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Shy Ann
Shy Ann
Pale faced and nondescript
until you don the warpaint,
Dances with Wolves.
Wary of the white man
speaking with forked tongue.
Brave intentions,
you lead the war party
to the Big Horn.
Young Guns –
Beware
The Squaw
on the warpath.
Rattlesnake smile.
Hidden behind
the tribal colours.
A stri...
Friday 10th May 2013 10:21 am
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