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Pressure Put On Coal

Pressure Put On Coalby Michael DoyleLike a herd of deer comes crashing inFalling like a gift from the skyFalling like snowflakes as it’s Christmas againAnd the angels sing their hallelujah replySnow clouds form again and yet there is no snowStill, … Continue reading

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Every Day Is A Gift

Every Day Is A Giftby Michael DoyleUp in the sky, Santa is comingAcross the roofs, reindeer are runningThe gift of love is wrapped up in youDreamily finding your heart so trueA Christmas song comes to mindAs every day is a … Continue reading

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First Principles: Natural Liberty Is A Gift of the Beneficent Creator To the Whole Human Race

“The fundamental source of all your errors, sophisms and false reasonings is a total ignorance of the natural rights of mankind. Were you once to become acquainted with these, you could never entertain a thought, that all men are not, … Continue reading

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First Principles: Let Each Citizen Remember At the Moment He Is Over His Vote…He Is Executing One of the Most Solemn Trusts In Human Society

“Let each citizen remember at the moment he is offering his vote that he is not making a present or a compliment to please an individual – or at least that he ought not so to do; but that he … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Meaning of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose of Life Is To Give It Away

“The Meaning of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose of Life Is to Give It Away.” – Pablo Picasso

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First Principles: The Person Who Will Submit To Wear A Shackle, Condemns the Noblest Gift of Heaven and Impiously Affronts the God That Made Us Free

“The man who meanly will submit to wear a shackle, condemns the noblest gift of heaven, and impiously affronts the God that made him free. … Ease and prosperity (though pleasing for a day) have often sunk a people into … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: A Daughter Is A Gift of Love

“A daughter is a gift of love.” – Author Unknown Two daughters are twice the gift of love.  I treasure each moment spent with them.  Watching each of them growing into the very unique young ladies they are, marveling in … Continue reading

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Slow Like A Mule

Blues and fusion offers it’s own kick of long solos filled with hot licks.  But in all of this, there is that groove and it punches slow like a mule.  No one threw those punches better than Betty Davis. Slow … Continue reading

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In A Place of Longing

Based in part on Augustine’s Enchiridion: In A Place of Longing by Michael Doyle I suppose there’s no sense in prolonging Stating that the gist of life is belonging The rumor has it that its in what we love And … Continue reading

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A Godly Mother

Based in part on 2 Timothy 1:1-7 and, of course, thoughts on Mother’s Day: A Godly Mother by Michael Doyle Without any sense of shy timidity God speaks through Second Timothy That which we’d do well to recognize Every mother … Continue reading

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