Coyote Poetry
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Fifty shades of black.. Maybe more?A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number twenty-four and twenty five.. For Sharon Kovacs, we can sing. |
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It is cut and dried.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number twenty-three. A re-write. |
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Misery and the whiskey.A Poem by Coyote PoetryHanging with Merle Haggard tonight. September poetry number twenty-two.. |
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I am so damn tire, my friend.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number twenty-two- |
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The family tradition.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number twenty-one. |
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The painted memories..A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number twenty.. |
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You did not leave me, my friend.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry nineteen. A re-write. No-one win in war. |
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A little mercy now.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number eighteen. 1990 journal poetry number four. |
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Too poor to love you, dear lady midnight.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry number seventeen. 1990 poetry number three. |
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Please hold my hand.A Poem by Coyote PoetrySeptember poetry sixteen. Old journal number two. |
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