As I publish in the post the Write begets the listen close,
a coyote howling the Crow is shouting both are in a Vote,
the Know is how to cope for the Buffalo says show,
the moon spake in a row,
a Crescent dispensation with a Star on the low.
The foggy streamed the mountain scene a Smoke of dragon leaned,
crossing Sailed through the gate of Golden in a platinum seen,
one Compact two set on track delivered more that 2000 facts,
how on earth can Plains read Turf as Custard stood the Indian is Wood,
each worth I speak changes the Week to bring The Painted to a Lively Seat!!
Smoke Signals Speech
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