Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry

Spin the bottle…

A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age.”                    Spin the bottle… Old man sat alone.Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t.… Continue reading

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Liar’s moon lullaby…

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Lullaby…

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Just words…

Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are no young readers and writers, there will shortly be no older ones. Literacy will be dead, and democracy… Continue reading

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The reaper….

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Lady green, lady blue…

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The Devil dances at midnight…

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Already broken….

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Another time, another place…

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I remember you… And a beautiful Doris Day song.

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