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Funny How Time Slips Away

Funny How Time Slips Awayby Michael DoyleI was thinking just the other dayIsn’t it funny how time slips away?Somewhere between country and rockThere’s need for living by straight talkLife has its beats and tribulationsTimes of sadness and of jubilationsIndulging in … Continue reading

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Indiana Back Hills

I am not sure really how Google’s mapping GPS works.  It usually gives me the most direct and quickest route to my destination.  On my way home last night, I received directions that could not have possibly have been the … Continue reading

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Happy Mother’s Day, Too

My ex-wife could never gracefully receive a present.  Not just from me but from our daughters, they tell me.  Still, despite all, there is one gift I would yet give her on this day particularly after the reminders received over … Continue reading

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