Coyote Poetry
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The midnight blues..A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood jazz, good whiskey and time to think. A good night. |
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Our legacy, some little poetry.A Poem by Coyote PoetryAwakening my muse. |
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Some little poetry..A Poem by Coyote PoetryLess epic poetry written. |
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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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