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He came from where his wings would grow,
From the soft, thin spot on his back,
Between the shoulders, behind the heart,
Drops I feel,
High School Division
O, children please be a dear
And don’t regard with any fear
The teeth I have may be quite sharp
For the rougarou feeds at night
On October 21, 1785, Henry M. Shreve was born. His parents were Israel Shreve and Mary Cokely.
In the early 1700s, there was a girl named Angeline who worked as a slave on a northern Louisiana plantation.
The moon had just set on the small town as the boy sat on his bed, wishing for a greater purpose in life.
Washish awoke during the night to see a vast expanse of rolling hills. He could not sleep because of flashbacks.
Deep in the piney forests of the Caddo Indian territory, near the Red River, a young man sat wondering about the ways of the world.
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