by rawclyde!

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So in the poor Indian village in the middle of the pristine land

I opened the store, doffed my hat, bowed low n’ grand

beckoned Papago Gene’s kids up into Her quaint shrine

for a hunt thru the books for any free treasure they could find

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Glory glory glory rang my cracked liberty bell

shattered the mutterings in my personal little hell

the tipsy Indian finally in my heart found a little bit of room

the sun grinned bright, cactus flowers, oh spring, done bloom

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Glory glory glory in the lingering afternoon

spread across the land & sang a little tune

come on in, little birdie, you can read the books too

then fly up & disappear into ‘de spooky blue

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photo: abby brothers photo shoot (2015) celebmafia.com

text: copyright clyde collins 1999