Tag Archive: Poet

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We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.

We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.                               We… Continue reading →

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Alone in the darkness.. I am hanging with Johnny Cash today.

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I saw a face.. And a Freddy Fender song.

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Write on me. And the amazing Fifth Harmony ladies.

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My grandfather house and a beautiful Scottish gal Nati Dreddd song.

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Ann Arbor..

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Lovers in Paris…

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I drink alone and hanging with George Thorogood.

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I was Doc Holliday and you were my Austin gal..

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Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Hanging with Elvis.

Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading →

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