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To A Long Traveled Buffalo Hide.
A Hide To Hide
Barry Blackhawk
©1999 Barry Blackhawk
A sweet place to hide,
With my
best I tried,
Under that hide . . . .
Some of us cried,
Willing
to trust and confide,
With that one beside,
Me under that hide . . . .
We didn't think we lied,
With hearts
as our guide.
Under that hide . . . .
Like the front of a tide,
A swelling
with pride.
As the world is wide.
I found love under that hide . . . .
No one can deride.
Our slip
and slide
For strangeness died.
Under that hide . . . .
December
1, 1972
Cold Morning Warmed
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