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Ways of Life Previously Chosen

Ways of Life Previously Chosenby Michael DoyleEating smoked salmon and in contemplationAbout what will be the fate of my nationI will let no untruths be varnished or toldBut insist on telling how history did unfoldI have watched the destruction of … Continue reading

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X Marks the Spot

X Marks the Spotby Michael DoyleSo now, here it is, and seemsThat in a community of dreamsX has come to mark the spotWhere the globe connects the dotsOf conversations that we fieldWhere no one really yieldsBut mingles outbursts of conversationThat … Continue reading

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Antebellum Blues

It’s true that there’s a lot more to the Southern side of the story than I’ll cover in this poem.  But, with respect to American history, I would be amiss if I failed to cover this. Antebellum Blues by Michael … Continue reading

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