Calling dear Michigan…
Dear Jenny, just leaving a message. I haven’t forgot you my sweetie. I am sorry I joined a war to escape Michigan. I wanted death and I was so tire. I was last year man and you didn’t love me no-more. I know I lost my mind, two dead brothers and dying mind. Needed to taste death to appreciate life again.
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Dear Michigan..
Johnnie riding the Winter storms, of the Pacific.
He had found the sea.
Johnnie found the surfers,
adopted dying man.
Kind California taught me, I wasn’t alone.
The sea taught me,
we are part of everything.
Please Jenny, come to California.
Let’s go to the River Inn at Big Sur,
drink Irish coffee.
Johnnie ain’t crying no-more,
just wishing to be with you.
I want to show you the beauty of my California,
we can dance with the sea,
we can talk till we can’t no-more, like the days of old,
you and I,
holding hands, watching the sun fall into the sea.
You can become my beloved California gal.
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Dear Jenny, just some words for you. You were kind to me in December and I knew. We had switched places, sweet girl turned cold and sad. I found the energy of joy again and the blessed California sun is on my face. The Pacific would make you laugh and dance again. Please come to Monterey dear Jenny.
Dancing Coyote