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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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Jenny Lind

P. T. Barnum once said something like the greatest art is the art of making people happy.  Personally, I think he was really onto something with this.  Then again, as the child that I’ve always been, I’ve always loved a … Continue reading

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