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Native Clay
Born on the plains
in a roarin’ wind,
Our spirit doesn’t sag and
will not bend.
We’re back on top
we’re here to stay,
That’s why God made Sooners
out of native clay.
JRS © 9-7-02
The "Okie" Poet
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