Coyote Poetry
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My last stand will be in New York City...A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write. Hopefully better. |
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The Elixir..A Poem by Coyote PoetryJanuary poetry number six. |
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Sheena, my bonnie gal.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJanuary poetry number five... |
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The ballad of the pissed-off lady...A Poem by Coyote PoetryJanuary poetry number three. |
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You are in Paris and I am here.A Poem by Coyote PoetryMaybe we are in the wrong place? |
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The crimson light...A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe must know darkness to see the light of hope. January poetry number one. |
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Drinking againA Poem by Coyote PoetryDecember poetry number twenty two... |
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I followed you and you followed me...A Poem by Coyote PoetryDecember poetry number twenty-one. |
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Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe learn. Sometime we learn the wrong things. |
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Hemingway table...A Poem by Coyote PoetryI need a long vacation. With the sea near, kind women voice talking near and no place to be. |
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