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Making Early Connections

Making Early Connectionsby Michael DoyleGrowing up, living in the shadow of war,There was hope, but little more.Utopian dreams grew from anxiety.There was no surrender to the complexity.America offered her roots, rock, and blues.Trains were rolling over blue suede shoes.Memphis electrified … Continue reading

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Bumping Up Against

Bumping Up Againstby Michael DoyleBumping up against the edgesToes reaching out over the ledgesThe quest is given up for the idealAs we learn to settle for the realThe higher grounds are out of boundsAs we seek to find further soundsThat … Continue reading

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Intoxicatingly Lost

Intoxicatingly Lostby Michael DoyleWe paraded all of our songsSinging on the trail to each otherStrumming our tunes to one anotherWondering where we might belongWe were tripping over the costFeeling intoxicatingly lostAs we fished for the starsInventing our stories on our … Continue reading

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A Huntington Beach Memory

A Huntington Beach Memoryby Michael DoyleThe sand in my shoesHolds a Midas shadowOver time passages and windowsOf all these memories and bluesMy eyes rise to the timeless skiesWhen certain songs on the radio playThis, then, is no real disguiseFor the … Continue reading

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