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By Jack Joseph Smith
Quenched
I even saw Geronimo save us from the fire
Still as a hippy I saw Che Guarive too
That was a long dream
Shorter ones have me and you
I didN't see the walk beyond, [struck: m]
but stepping stones were good for the heart
Romantic and dispossessed
How horrible for one who does not gamble,
and only talks by making a guess
Working behind a dog I found dead things,
Apache
and living as well I never knew were there
Go where you have to go; start with the end
Make the mistake of the dew drop;
Allowing [struck: knowing] the spring is done
But stay awake and forget sleep
So To watch the mountains fall into the sea