Coyote Poetry
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The hanging tree..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month number eleven. Sometimes. We cannot win, sometimes. We are not allowed to know kindness. The gift of love had forgotten us. Or may.. |
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I need more barefoot days.A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month new poetry number ten. |
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Almost love...A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month new poetry number nine. |
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Nothing could stop me..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month new poem number eight. |
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The darkness..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month poem number seven.. |
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The midnight hour..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month poem number six. |
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I remember you...A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy number five poem for April. Poetry month. |
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I remember you..A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month number four. |
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One tin soldier.. April, poetry month number three..A Poem by Coyote PoetryThank you for reading. |
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I do, dear I do.A Poem by Coyote PoetryApril, poetry month number two. |
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