Coyote Poetry
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A Monterey night..A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a year in Monterey. I would write the great novel and never complain. |
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Behold a beautiful rose..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my muse. |
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She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..A Poem by Coyote PoetryAwakening my sleeping muse. |
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Swiftly love can come...A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my muse. |
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Run away with me.A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written in 1991. |
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Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in January 1992. |
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Nothing could stop me.A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem found. Written in the eighties. |
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Grandma Eulalia..A Poem by Coyote PoetryLost a great women. She raised and loved so many. I call her Grandma Eulalia. |
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Unwashed memories..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to write again. |
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Memorial day thoughts. Verbal words.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we lose freedom. Who do we become? |
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