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Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)

Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)by Michael DoyleCropper laid the template for rock-n-roll.Green Onions made the Soul Man cry. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay consoled our soulsAs Otis crashed and the rest of America cried.He proved that sometimes more … Continue reading

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I Am More Than

I Am More Thanby Michael DoyleSomewhere beneath the scratches and dust Is the man who has survived life’s bust.Though sometimes coiled up and hissing,I am well aware of the things I’m missing.I am more than this collection of bones.I know … Continue reading

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What One Bullet Can Do

What One Bullet Can Doby MichaelIt’s funny,What one bullet can do,Taking away peace…As it stunned me.Watching time run out for youAnd taking from me, my peace.Replacing peace with strife,Removing what had been bliss.What’s left is a gaping hole.It should have … Continue reading

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Mean Street Struggles

Mean Street Strugglesby Michael DoyleThe top tier of all artistryHas the flow found in living free.The struggle and hustle of the cityHas the habit of instilling its vibrancyThat grinds against the boneIn a way that makes each soul its own.New … Continue reading

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From High To Low

From High To Lowby Michael DoyleToo many people believe in the nicheAnd from there won’t budge an inch.Truth? It pays to know about everythingBecause then, you can choose what to bringTo the party of life’s extremes.From this, you can learn … Continue reading

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It’s There In A Song Somewhere

It’s There In A Song Somewhereby Michael DoyleYou can find it in the record-spinning roundThere in the melody is where it is foundListen carefully to the words of the songYou’ll find the truth of our love where it belongsWhere this … Continue reading

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Our Valentine’s Biggest Mistake

Our Valentine’s Biggest Mistakeby Michael DoyleAs we lay around our houses like cantankerous catsIn the cold winter months, it’s easy to gain fatEach of us finding refrigerated delicacies late nightEntertained as we snuggle by the television lightIn our January resolutions … Continue reading

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Separate Lives

Separate Livesby Michael DoyleWhat we know is so littleAnd we’re feeling stuck in the middleIt’s said that is a perfect scoreFor life; we still want morePlaying chutes and ladders in the corporateFrom the outside, it seems something desperateThere’s some room … Continue reading

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A Razor’s Truth

A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … 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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