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This poem I wrote a few months ago but it was for the wrong person and now I am dedicating this to my girlfriend Cheyenne I am posting this because I want to show you how I am good at writing poems and expressing my way into them. So here it is my poem to you Cheyenne. :)
Lakota elder rode 800 miles 800 1 287.5 kilometers
from Lancaster missouri to great frontier and era that long gone.ride took place in 1986.
Started this in 6th grade...don't really know how I want to end it...Any ideas?