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we were plying indians up in the trees the two sisters were my squaws i was the chief we build a little platform about 6ft high a shelter to protect ourselves we were so young so the game became serious and in the hectic of the game they pushed me and i fell on my back and the hit cut my breath couldn't move couldn't talk and i try not to cry like a turtle on its back i must have looked so bad didn't wanna show the so i said that i'm all right took all my energy together to reach the soft and tender pet and then took a rest From Letras Mania