So Lightning says to Mud,“What would happen if I struck your blood?”And Mud says, “Brother, It would hurt, And make me the motherOf every living thing.But, Fire Boy, you ain’t lifting my grass skirtUntil you burn me a ring.

~ Sherman Alexie

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Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

~ Sherman Alexie

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Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne.Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone.

~ Sherman Alexie

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