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| The Power of One by © baldy_4 I awake and go forth from my slumber' in to this day of unknown. I am happy and blessed to have lived Seventy seven winters. My eyes are old and weathered, But see as a young child's would. The simple and unfettered sight Of just such a child. Has shown me the way. To this place of spirits. This place of rest. Where all peoples must come. It is my only hope to have been, allowed the time I have spent with my people that have made their impressions on my life and I on theirs. This is not "good bye" but only an interlude. Until that day when they too will rejoin the peoples In the land the Great Grandfather has set aside for the chosen. This is a place of many colors and many tribes but only one people. US Mark A. Lagoo 10-4-01 Baldy In humble recognition |