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Conversation

Conversationby Michael DoyleIf you understand what it is that I mean,We’re watching two shows on the same screen.There are few safe discussions in this nation.We have lost our part in decent conversation.Stupid is as stupid does, and becoming plain.That our … Continue reading

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Dollar Days

Dollar Daysby Michael DoyleHere in the noonday’s faded hazeStuck in the cheap seats of dollar daysDaydreams wear a sense of modestyThat sneaks in past our integrityThere are poems written as confessionalAt the realization that no one is specialNo more special … Continue reading

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