All I do Is Right, Write?

All I do Is Right, Write?

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A Collection of poetry and short stories that are sure to capture the heart. Cheyenne Yellowbird shall share his heart, his Soul. With the emotionally charged words inspired from a hard life lived, that will keep you turning page after page. Come along on a journey you'll never be sorry you embarked upon, allow me to steal you away form the problems of the World as I share my experiences feelings, doubts, hopes and fears, dreams and aspirations. Then who knows, maybe I'll get down to some writing.... Thank you for your time, "It's My Honor!"
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