Orwell Heinster Poems

Hey Cherokee man, I want to shake your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your land.
My kind stole and cheated and beaten with pressure.
At the heart of all evil lies white blood treasure.
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Once met a singer, had quite a voice.
Through her I got a Message, left me no choice.
Keep it a secret, loving secretion.
Remember the words, and how they lost season.
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Unlike the rest who sit down watching.
You look down the balcony searching for a hot thing.
Be it all this and then something else.
A character should never be put on a shelf.
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Flask of fun what has to be done.
fingertip licker small thing getting thicker.

This is yours as well as mine,
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