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Assimilation Blues Grandmother, I am sad. Come, sit. Together we will be sad. Bowed heads, silently honoring the Sad. Sometimes a song, sometimes a story, Sometimes silence, Breathing the Sad, Heads bowed sitting with the Sad. The people come, Tonight we sing until the sun shows, Acknowledging Sad‚ Tomorrow we laugh and eat, Honoring the Sad; continuing life. Assimilation Mother, I am sad. D…