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Potlatch

Father of the bride
He gives his favorite horse away
Though he loves it
Loved it
It was a mystical horse
Favored by the great one
Guests invited
Would have their own Potlatch
Give away
Their favorite
Or destroy it
It is the way
It is honorable
It is the Potlatch

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