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Hard To Fix

Hard To Fixby Michael DoyleHitchhiking without a direction knownIt’s not on the map and is seldom shownLooking for God and if He’s in chargeIt’s as close as I come to living largeSome things are like bags of tricksImpossible to handle … Continue reading

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First Principles: Sensible of the Importance of Christian Piety and Virtue To the Order and Happiness of A State, I Cannot But Earnestly Commend To You Every Measure For Their Support and Encouragement

“Sensible of the importance of Christian piety and virtue to the order and happiness of a state, I cannot but earnestly commend to you every measure for their support and encouragement … Manners, by which not only the freedom, but … Continue reading

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Christmas Island Memory

Christmas Island Memoryby Michael DoyleEven Christmas Island has its rulesThough they’re not type you learn in schoolsBut the types that build useful toolsThe type needed by wise men, common folk, and foolsOne of these is to drop the guessingAccepting each … Continue reading

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Gifts On this Morn

Gifts On This Mornby Michael DoyleIt’s just how it is since we were bornWe await the superficial gifts of this mornExcited eyes search around the Christmas treeWondering what presents are for you and meThen when all the gifts have been … Continue reading

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Like Flowers In A Vase

Like Flowers In A Vase (For Joni Mitchell)by Michael DoyleBlonde hair and a long silhouetteA beautiful voice, unforgotten yetLife’s so short and makes us numbBeauty like this is what we becomeA voice for her generationHeld by many with great venerationA … Continue reading

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What She Doesn’t Know Yet

What She Doesn’t Know Yetby Michael DoyleListening to my daughters proudlyAs they talk a bit too loudlyEach holding her own in conversationEach of them has their own ambitionsMy babies have grown up without regretBut I wish each would kindly not … 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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Wondering About My Errors

Wondering About My Errorsby Michael DoyleI have been looking in the mirrorRevisiting all my errorsI have been thinking about the pastAll the beliefs that didn’t lastThe Devil visits my mindShowing ruins that I left behindBurning bridges to yesterdayIt seems so … Continue reading

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It Hardly Counted

It Hardly Counted by Michael DoyleIn all my time in the dreadful warI felt certain of something moreA lot of horrible things occurredLooking back they’ve all blurredThese horrors handled with graceAre the worst, most of us faceTo know that man’s … Continue reading

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The Memory Is Bittersweet

The Memory Is Bittersweetby Michael DoyleI wish I could erase the darkness I have feltThat somehow, some way, I could escape the hand dealtAll the good and the bad that makes us who we areLeaves me wishing forlorn on that … Continue reading

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