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It’s There In A Song Somewhere

It’s There In A Song Somewhereby Michael DoyleYou can find it in the record-spinning roundThere in the melody is where it is foundListen carefully to the words of the songYou’ll find the truth of our love where it belongsWhere this … Continue reading

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Our Valentine’s Biggest Mistake

Our Valentine’s Biggest Mistakeby Michael DoyleAs we lay around our houses like cantankerous catsIn the cold winter months, it’s easy to gain fatEach of us finding refrigerated delicacies late nightEntertained as we snuggle by the television lightIn our January resolutions … Continue reading

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If You Should Let Go

If You Should Let Goby Michael DoyleBelieveJust believeA little bit longerHold OnJust hold onA little bit strongerTo that love in your soulWhen your passion gives up controlEven when you feel down and outThis is the only thing you can’t doubtYou … Continue reading

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Somewhere In Between

Somewhere In Betweenby Michael DoyleThere in the review mirrorWere the lights of my errorNear the end of the driveFeeling more tired than aliveWas knowledge of my mistakeHitting the accelerator, not the brakeAs I did my best to make it homeAnd … Continue reading

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I’ll Meet You There

I’ll Meet You Thereby Michael DoyleSomewhere in hereIn the deep felt insideThere is cold fearThat has nowhere to hidePushed past mountains and woodsThe darkness comes as it shouldFighting against this is no goodThis is the truth that’s understoodWounded hearts always … Continue reading

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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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Thought For the Day: The First Step Towards Getting Somewhere Is To Decide You’re Not Going To Stay Where You Are

“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide you’re not going to stay where you are.” – J..P. Morgan

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A Life Lived Publicly

A Life Lived Publiclyby Michael DoyleWe walk through life brisklyThinking thoughts ironicallyAbout a life lived publiclyWhen it cannot be lived privatelyThere are eyes most everywhereAs the cameras blink and others stareIt only works if we live comfortablyWith the feeling we’re … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Good Fiction Creates Empathy

“Good fiction creates empathy. A novel takes you somewhere and asks you to look through the eyes of another person, to live another life.” – Barbara Kingsolver, novelist, essayist, and poet (b. 8 Apr 1955)

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Hands Tell the Story

Hands Tell the Storyby Michael DoyleSmooth and sultryThe jazz flautistSmooths out her linesSoothing like a silk mysteryThe jazz flautistBlows our mindsWhile somewhereIn that over thereA man watches a womanWishing he might persevereAnd didn’t know the fearLike only a man in … Continue reading

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