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A Razor’s Truth

A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … Continue reading

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The Bones of Rock-N-Roll

The Bones of Rock-N-Rollby Michael DoyleThe bones of rock-n-roll flowed through with authorityIn the American zeitgeist that Frank Zappa made legendarySpinning tales from hippies to yuppies in a vast conspiracyIt became tragically hipper as it grew to become legendaryHe was … Continue reading

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