COYOTE BLOOD
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A Simple Life in a Grave in Wheat Ridge
we made diamonds
and smoked cigarettes
for breakfast.
joy is a special wisdom.
the day is now
half way dead
and so am I.
but that's okay.
life is good,
and there was money and shoes,
pants and knowledge, whatever.
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