COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
This Poem
small town me, big city me
cold them, hot us.
I was born in a tourist town.
expand this poem.
if ya want,
but I am short on verse these days
and long on life.
even
P.I. Prentice would be stoked.
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