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Port Austin..

Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading

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You are my poetry my dearest love.. April, poetry month number twelve.

You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading

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Some Port Austin poetry. The poet, the dancer and the artist…

The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home…

Home, sweet home… (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading

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Home sweet home. For Port Austin, Michigan…

Home, sweet home…. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading

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Port Austin, Michigan..

Port Austin, Michigan… Lake Huron touches Port Austin, the ancient lake touches the shore and the beauty of the landscape, can take your breathe away. Port Austin, a small town. One road in… Continue reading

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Naked ladies and the roses…

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The Fray, the train ride to Monterey. Part two.

The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home..

Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading

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The poet, the dancer and the artist..

The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading

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