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Into A Pirate’s Tomorrow

Into A Pirate’s Tomorrowby Michael DoyleIt’s a rough pirate’s world out thereWhen words spoken spill into loose fearMobs, it seems, are as easily turnedAs pirate shanty towns are easily burnedJust as melancholy on the azure wavesAre the boarding plans that … Continue reading

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Is There Hope?

I am feeling down today.  Had way too long of a walk through prairie wildflowers and then woods in a riparian corridor, but, even that hasn’t cheered me up.  Still, it has led another poem at least. Is There Hope? … Continue reading

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