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Ho, wah!

I got bacon grease in my wild rice, got bear grease on my trail, got moose droppings in my yard, wolf tracks on my road, and walleyes in my freezer, Ho, wah!, i got brown eyes and salt n pepper hair, more than beads and feathers, think, i got more haters than fans, Ho, wah! i be dancing and singing all the time, most the time in my own place, with some fry bread on my table and family all over the land, writing most days, glad, i’m so, old, i remember when there wasn’t no tv, ho wah! so, so, happy god made me a indian! Ho, wah! strong buffalo-dakota