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May 22
Looking back, it seems to be.
Loving relatives, at the
  age, of about three,  
Taught me a prayer,
   to say upon my knee,
And set upon the
 tribe, for me.
Making sympathy hard, for
    other tribes, to see.
A struggle, even now,
    to break free.
May we find a way
  "My Plea"
Written by
DENNY R ALLISON
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