He never left Michigan
He never left Michigan Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading
He never left Michigan Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading
I have no regrets (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) I have no regrets (Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regret I stopped in Ann Arbor in June,… Continue reading