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Highway 40 stories- chapter 13-15..

 Lana must decide her journey.                                    Highway 40 west stories. Chapter thirteen.  “Reno” I gave Lana a hundred dollars. She went for the black Jack table. I stood at the distance. She tried… Continue reading

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Highway 40 West stories… Chapter ten to twelve…

Highway 40 west stories. Part ten. New hope and dreams. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  Can leave one prison to fall into a worst one. Be free while you can.                          Highway 40 west… Continue reading

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Highway 40 West Stories- Chapter seven to nine..

 Ancient people can teach us how to live.                        Highway 40 west stories. Part seven.  Conversation with new friends. The Westerner country was getting full now. We return to our table. A older… Continue reading

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Highway 40 West stories chapter four to six.

 Long ride and the long highway allow us to learn. We are not alone.                                  Highway 40 west stories. Salt Lake city, Utah.- Chapter four Me and Lana stayed at the Outlaw saloon… Continue reading

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Highway 40 West stories. Chapter one-three….

Highway 40 west-road stories- part one. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry  For Lana Del Rey. She could steal my soul and make me young again.                       Highway 40 West stories… Going nineties down Highway… Continue reading

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In your eyes…

In your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry  We can feel like kings or paupers when a woman bless you with love and kindness.             In your eyes… In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and… Continue reading

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Spin the bottle…

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. He told me. Damn if you… Continue reading

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She is free…

   She is free —————————————————————————————– She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and  she taught me. love should… Continue reading

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Stripped to the bone…

Stripped to the bone… I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading

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The lucky one…

The lucky one A Poem by Coyote Poetry  The gift of love. No more honored gift.                                 The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked… Continue reading

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