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Vachel Lindsay - The Flower-Fed Buffaloes
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	The flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
	In the days of long ago,
	Ranged where the locomotives sing
	And the prairie flowers lie low:
	The tossing, blooming, perfumed grass
	Is swept away by wheat,
	Wheels and wheels and wheels spin by
	In the spring that still is sweet.
	But the flower-fed buffaloes of the spring
	Left us long ago,
	They gore no more, they bellow no more:—
	They trundle around the hills no more:—
	With the Blackfeet lying low,
	With the Pawnee lying low.
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