puppy with curled tail between legs
noisy, ruggedly clothe, playful kids
blooming girls of the wilderness
giggling; came to see the lovely dress
innocent fingers touch the fine silk
smelling it thinking it's dried milk
medicine woman raised her voice; curse
to soothe her anger i give her a purse
whispering sweep the tribal land
everybody so scared to lay a hand
but when i produce a bottle of perfume
everybody, pushing each other to try it on
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