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Tennyson

Tennysonby Michael DoyleIt had seemed a sturdy step to take,And as suddenly, it became my mistake.Lying in this emergency room hospital bed,Time was given to think on things Tennyson said.I found myself n the boundless deep,Setting there the emergency room’s … Continue reading

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A Montage of Selective Outrage

A Selective Montage of Selective Outrageby Michael DoyleHave we finally got to the turn of the pageLiving life cut by cut of selective outrageIt seems so, or at least I have this hunchThat a few bad apples have spoiled the … Continue reading

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