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The chief's long skull smoking Pipe Was filled With smoke from human capture With blood from his own scrapings And with cactus from the western desert, And as I took a puff....                                         I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe..... Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
skull pipe
The chief's long skull smoking Pipe Was filled With smoke from human capture With blood from his own scrapings And with cactus from the western desert, And as I took a puff....                                         I kneweth the chief hadst put something magical his mine pipe..... Because I felt and saw mine soul arise above the Colorado cliffs.
brandon-nagley
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
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