Tuesday, February 1, 2005
A POEM FOR WILEYCOYOTE AND CALYPSO
Wiley swears like a sailor, salty and true Rough around the edges but tender too. He believes we are as trees “growing together, and dropping leaves…” his kitty, Calypso, pounces in Canada ’s snow but is he a good Catholic? Only Wiley knows.
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