Tag Archives: One Day

Grifted

Griftedby Michael DoyleMaybe I’m feeling more griftedIn the depth of your lies shiftedOne day this and the next day thatIt’s not a statement in anger; it’s just factI get that you love to fake and pretendBut were you even my … Continue reading

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Born In the Dawn

Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul. Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it’s full glory … Continue reading

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A Cowboy Slips Into Easy

Some of my heroes have been cowboys.  At least one of them was a cowgirl.  My sister.  She’s likely riding the North Back 40 in heaven now looking down on us all and encouraging us to ride through this storm … Continue reading

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