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The Ride was long and hard When I arrived, I found them waiting.
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Two Bent Men Sharing the load builds a friendship.
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Cat on the Back
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I ask, "Birds do you sing for my pleasure?" The birds respond, "We sing instead to wake the day and greet the night and call our mates." I say to the birds, "That is all right, and I shall gather your songs."
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Friends Always there has been loyalty and friendship.
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Frolic Laughter and play
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Hands so gentle,
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Pause for thought
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A Mermaids Mermaid
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Protect and nourish the child within;
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Transformation No more orders,
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Four Directions East, West, North, South...
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Snack Pack When you go to lunch with friends,
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Lifes Chase He who chases his tail goes nowhere.
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Sisters Too Always I shall know my sister; we shall ride
together. Always I shall love my sister; we share our joy. Always I shall remember my
sister; we shall raise our children together.
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Two Friends Horseback My friend and I ride
together.
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Lifes Paisley Wrap your shoulder in colorful patterns rather than dark, somber cloud.
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Sharing We share the smallest joys, console each others grief. We treasure each other. We are one!
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The man who loved the frogs Each Spring the man would sit at the river and wait for he sound of the frogs. That is why he knows of their sorrow. The man who loved the frogs has learned compassion. (Menominee Indian Legend) Not Native American Made
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Fashion Police For those with discriminating taste
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Everyone has a bad hair day
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Creation The infant smiles and sees what is possible.
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The continual struggle of who we are and who we are expected to be.
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Not Native American Made
The brother built a sweat lodge for his three sisters and together they walked in dreams.
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Beauty Mask A smiling face is always beautiful.
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A Mermaid, not a "mere maid."
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Lifes
Tapestry
My life is a woven tapestry; the weft is filled with stories: a stormy night, a celebration of the land. With gratitude, I sing a praise and weave another strand.
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Those things forgotten, I find at the rivers edge. My memories are now like small fish splashing in the water. I recall my mothers strong hands and my fathers wisdom. I am blessed and feel complete.
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Friendship Where I choose to wander,
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©2001, Alice Warder Seely, All Rights Reserved