Sunday, December 8, 2013


In the beginning of the story was the poem,
Long black cloud, warrior chieftain,
Coming down, and shouting out
Bring back my hoe cake, you

Long-tailed lightning bolt! Oh,
Well, there you go. Nothing left
But for verse to carry the tale
While the tune carried the verse.

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