Coyote Poetry
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The day is gone and the darkness is here..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my muse. |
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One more cup of coffee and a glass of Black Velvet..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my muse. A Texas memory. |
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Like this. New Monday poetry.A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to wake-up my muse. |
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Almost lovers..A Poem by Coyote PoetryNew poetry Monday. |
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I believed once..A Poem by Coyote PoetryMore new poetry. |
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Monday morning poetry.A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy muse is alive today. |
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The next step is love...A Poem by Coyote PoetryFinally a new poem.. |
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Poetry for dear Cheryl..A Poem by Coyote PoetryTrying to awake my sleeping mind. |
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The lost generation. Chapter one.A Chapter by Coyote PoetryA hollow man cannot heal. He learn to accept more and less. |
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The lost generation.. Part two.A Chapter by Coyote PoetryWhen you know only s**t. Can you make s**t taste good? War. Is s**t. |
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