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My Soul is a Pack of Coyotes My Soul is a Pack of Coyotes My soul is a pack of coyotes Trying to catch a rabbit In the field of my imagination. My heart is a flock of seagulls sleeping on water With fish going right under them In every direction Just like my bloodstream. My body is like an Encyclopedia of bones, Every bone is like a different word Making my body the way it is. -Ed Thompson's Sister's Son all rights reserved [internal punctuation added -TK]
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