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Native Fly: Greeting the King

Years years after birth
December thirty-first
Three times the thumb raised
From the palm beneath
Where the arm rest
Didn’t care if it was
Black or white dress
O yes he fell flat from the cliff
Then down he laid his chest
Bowing to the one and only king
In the land he shall rest.

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