White Feather

White Feather,
indian squaw,
eyes a dark brown hue against the
moon and the desert
White Feather, your beauty enchants me.
It captures my heart.
So deep9 "I want to
shout out loud!"
But "oh White Feather, now I must leave. For nature
calls. And this desert
tQhat surrounds you..
Well, it isnt mine at all. Because I am a
white man bound to only white women
squaws and should a
child be born a half
breed? He'd hardly be free to roam. He'd
be shunned by the
Indian nation while
white man cursed him and cast the first

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