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First Principles: The Bosom of America Is Open To Receive Not Only the Opulent and Respectable Stranger, But the Oppressed and Persecuted

“The bosom of America is open to receive not only the Opulent and respectable Stranger, but the oppressed and persecuted … if by decency and propriety of conduct they appear to merit the enjoyment.” – George Washington (1783)

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In Accordance With His Will

Based on the sermon that I listened to here: In Accordance With His Willby Michael Doyle From my lips, I proclaim your praiseAs I do in all of my passing daysCrying out with joy and gladnessPrayer helps me escape this … Continue reading

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Stirred Up In Recipe

Stirred Up In Recipeby Michael DoyleIt is hard to be ecstaticAbout a man who acts erraticNor is there a thrill in Bernie’s weekendThat gives anyone a reason to pretendThat we have any reason left to be reverentAbout just choosing something … Continue reading

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The Slow Crawl

The Slow Crawlby Michael DoylePushing past the slow crawl of another dayEdged to darkness and I begin to prayTo a god that I feel unsure ofBut who has a sense of humor disguised as loveDeath is a way out of … Continue reading

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Falling In the Darkness

Falling In the Darknessby Michael DoyleWhatever your beliefI do not mean you griefPlease don’t be annoyedWhen I explain about the voidThat some see and believeBecause it is what they conceiveBetween God and brother manThat confuses us when it canSome react … Continue reading

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Bad Data Rejected

Bad Data Rejectedby Michael DoyleBad dataMay be big dataBut false is always untrueAnd should be rejectedWhen you call a strangerWho knows the dangerOf talking to a snooty pollsterOut to collect dataThat confirms opinions, not factsYou’re going to get skewThe results … Continue reading

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The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Day

The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Dayby Michael DoyleChristmas didn’t come with a pretty bowIf you didn’t know this, you need to knowThere was a lot of ugly in what became beautifulThe something simple transformed into the wonderfulShepherds were … Continue reading

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Into the Season

Into the Seasonby Michael DoyleChristmas cards start to flowInto the season we love and knowNo matter the changes the comeThere is glory in this kingdomTis the season of mercy mildWhile angelic hosts proclaim the childWho was born in the of … Continue reading

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There You Are, It’s Spoken

There You Are, It’s Spokenby Michael DoyleOh, it’s a messy messIf only the truthYou would confessA shake of a handUsed to be the bondSincerity, we could understandBut when you pretendSnaking aroundAs if it’s something you can defendWhy you stalk and … Continue reading

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Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seams

Reflections On Dorian Gray, Pt VIII: Reality’s Seamsby Michael DoyleThere on that snow fallen black of nightIn an alley filled with guilt’s blightDorian fears the tell of tongue wagged taleThat pursues him to the gates of HellThere are dreadful things … Continue reading

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