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Witches Brew

Witches Brewby Michael DoyleIn the shroud of fog, we find the doorAnd knock on it, hoping yet to exploreHidden secrets are lost behind smoky eyesBut it’s the kind of secret that is hard to disguiseWhat sort of secrets would it … Continue reading

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The Morning Only Brings Bad

The Morning Only Brings Badby Michael DoyleFor some, the morning only brings badThese are those who are persistently sadIndulging only those things that will kill themAs if they missed the call of life’s good hymnInstead, they hear nonstop voices in … Continue reading

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Praying In the Name Of…

Praying In the Name Of…by Michael DoyleThe battle is won in victoryMy hands lift up in God, not meThroughout all of my daysEvery waking moment, focused on His waysMy hands lift up in His holy praiseHe is the author of … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: What I Like In A Good Author Isn’t What He Says, But What He Whispers

“What I like in a good author isn’t what he says, but what he whispers.” – Logan Pearsall Smith, essayist (18 Oct 1865-1946)

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Thought For the Day: Everyone May Not Be Good, But There’s Something Good In Everyone. Never Judge Anyone Shortly Because Every Saint Has A Past and Every Sinner Has A Future

“Everyone may not be good, but there’s always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.” – Oscar Wilde

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Thought For the Day: It’s Good To Have Money and the Things That Money Can Buy, But It’s Good, Too, To Check Up Once In A While and Make Sure That You Haven’t Lost Things That Money Can’t Buy

“It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy.” – George H. Lorimer, … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The True Measure of A Man Is How He Treats Someone Who Can Do Him Absolutely No Good

“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.” – Samuel Johnson

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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The Freedom Agenda

The Freedom Agendaby Michael DoyleI read the headlines to my great consternationThat Newsome and others would change our constitutionThe thoughts of over my dead body come to mindIt’s time we leave such foolish thoughts behindIt’s not enough to simply win … Continue reading

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