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Totality and Doom

Totality and Doomby Michael DoyleYesterday, the moon blotted out the sunIn the same way, it has frequently doneThe people traveled from miles aroundHoping they would see something to astoundTheir weary minds at least for a little whileSome came to be … Continue reading

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Artistic Travesty

Artistic Travestyby Michael DoyleMouth breathers don’t truly understandThe logic, as it were, of supply and demandThat produces things of artistic travestyLike the weight of the world bringing me to my kneesThis is a complex world in its friendingAnd not often … Continue reading

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