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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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War Changes A Man

While paying attention to something else, I started to think on PTSD. War Changes A Man by Michael Doyle It came on without any warning Half past two in the morning And suddenly, it was show time Landing hard like … Continue reading

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