I had a dream
that AIM called
and
everyone came
I ran
over hills
and
thru valleys
they were everywhere
the line four five abreast
streched for miles
and they dance in
young old strong weak
I had a dream
their braids
were
growing
they ate the old
foods
they had the old minds
they wouldn't stop
coming
R.P.Leith
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