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With Contented Sigh

With Contented Sighby Michael DoyleNo matter how muchOf this world, Atlas carriesOn his tired old backIt’s the writer’s touchThat moves or buriesThe feelings we too often lackTurning it on, page after pageConveying the feelings we want to sayHinted at or … Continue reading

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