She is free…
She is free
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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 be easy and free,
a safe please to rest,
not held captive.
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We sang free-bird to the Pacific,
we drank whiskey at Santa Cruz and we danced by the moon lights and the stars.
She was a wild bird, who hated locked doors and closed windows.
She was the prettiest girl I ever seen and I told often.
Thank you dear love, you are honey sweet and so kind.
I appreciate you allowing a free-man to fly with you to the open skies.
You are my blessing and my dearest friend.
Dancing Coyote
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Thank you my friend.
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Buona domenica ❤
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Thank you S.
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Beautiful John 👏🏾
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Thank you my friend.
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today you have visited all my favorite spots from S.F. to Monterey and Santa Cruz.
I will dream of being a wild bird with long legs to night of which I am in my dreams.
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I loved the highway one from Big Sur to San Francisco. Always something to see and to do. Hello Cindy and I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer.
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