Whiskey dreams are still the same
Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. … Continue reading
Whiskey dreams are still the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old dreams of youth I still hold on to. Not for me this time. For my children. … Continue reading
Without a whisper. We should of begs for mercy for the innocent. Careless men talk of dead men and woman. Like a inventory of old car parts. Only lost 10 soldiers. A good month… Continue reading