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Written by Richard Ogima
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Friday, 16 May 2008 03:58 |
The Elder’s Cry.
I am stomping through the rivers.
I am creeping through the bushes.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 16 May 2008 04:01 )
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Written by Richard Ogima
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Friday, 16 May 2008 03:54 |
I AM DONE
I am sitting in a coffee shop as my hands shake with pain.
I am sitting in the coffee shop as I try to regain my swollen brain.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 16 May 2008 03:57 )
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Written by Richard Ogima
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Friday, 16 May 2008 03:48 |
Greetings to all here today, especially to Lester’s family. As a becoming aboriginal spokesperson, I find it appropriate that I share something on behalf of this aboriginal male. I am Richard Braden-Ogima a member of the Fort William Ojibway Reserve.
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Written by Richard Ogima
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Friday, 16 May 2008 03:52 |
Among our people there was John,
Who week by week sang of the gospel song,
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Last Updated ( Friday, 16 May 2008 03:54 )
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Written by Richard Ogima
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Friday, 16 May 2008 03:42 |
- They told me that you left me in a shopping cart; while, you drank up your heart.
- They told me that you lied so that you could hide.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 16 May 2008 05:04 )
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