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Spinning Wheel Spun

Spinning Wheel Spunby Michael DoyleWhen the wheel is spunAnd you look at what you’ve wonYou find the truth in what has been doneAt the end of it, you’re number one.The crowd gets overly loud, But you know that it’s allowed.You … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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