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Jan 2016
I hear the yip of the coyotes
Their mournful cries call to me
Beckoning to come and run free
To leave all heartache in the town
Come and run, prey we have found  
Shed the shell that keeps you caged
Run with us, free your rage
Care no more for all you hold dear
Come with us, we will be your family here
Alone you will not be
Just come run with us, be free  
Their call so enticing
I want to go, be with them
What holds me back, I do not know
Time is up, here I go
How I long to just leave it all behind. Heed the call...
Karina Norris-Veirs
Written by
Karina Norris-Veirs  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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