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Objects In My Mirror

Objects In my Mirrorby Michael DoyleThe after report shone with glory.Truth is that was half of the story.The residue that we quietly suffer,Gives me indigestion by supper.It’s the mistaken habits of fearThat we allow to slip out of gearThat grate … Continue reading →

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