First Line: WHAT'S SWEETER THAN AT THE END OF A SUMMER'S DAY Last Line: Rot which makes us prolific as the sun on white unfastened clouds Subject(s): NATIVE AMERICANS; THANKSGIVING DAY; NEW YORK CITY; INDIANS OF AMERICA; AMERICAN INDIANS; INDIANS OF SOUTH AMERICA; MANHATTAN; NEW YORK, NEW YORK; THE BIG APPLE;
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