Coyote Poetry
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The sins of our fathers.A Poem by Coyote PoetryOur mentors, our father. They teach us. |
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What is love?A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe need the kindness of love near. |
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My midnight thoughts.A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn the midnight hours. We can roam to place where love was sweet and we were brave. |
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I am dancing with the Devil..A Poem by Coyote PoetryA October poem. |
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Dead flowers..A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write of a old one. Samantha Fish is my beautiful muse. |
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The sweat, the blood and the tears.A Poem by Coyote PoetryAn old poem, rewritten. |
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The word-man.A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem. A light edit. |
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My Joan of Arc.A Poem by Coyote PoetryLeonard Cohen, made me write this poem. His ghost. |
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Two out of three, ain't bad..A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write of a old poem written in 1996. |
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Run with the wind and dance with the sea.A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld poem with a edit. |
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