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In the Heat of August

In the Heat of Augustby Michael DoyleRising temperatures affect the moodWith noisy insects seeming to intrudeSome live to complain line after lineBut I think instead, I’ll make August mineEven a poet or two finds it a povertyThat they cannot enjoy … Continue reading

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A Sultry Obsession

A Sultry Obsessionby Michael DoyleSince an early age, I have had a sultry obsessionWith a kind of magic that cannot be held in possessionCleaning up after others was maybe not so wonderfulBut it was doing my bit to keep our … Continue reading

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