Daily Archive: October 13, 2017

“The waltz of the angels”

The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading

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“The two guitars”

The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Two guitars I  hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood and I called you and I told you my love. I… Continue reading

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