

The Medicine ManHes at the curve on the old dirt road. But no body drives on clay When theres gravel.The Medicine Man
His name was
blown away With his last breath Into the stars.
But his oral
remedies and stories of God and nature linger on the curve In his deep wrinkles
That have rejoined the
land.
He has been seen
In the trees or as a Shadow In peripheral vision Him and the other semi-clads; The gold-rush couldnt flush them out.
On a star-shiny night Drums
hApPy YaRn
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One man's junk is another man's treasure...
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To think Death Note came to an end
To think Light was the culprit
Did you guess correctly?
-Kohta Hirano, Hellsing, vol. 8
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don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen.
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