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Blank Verse

Blank Verseby Michael DoyleThe other day, I went to the libraryWith no intention to become contraryAnd picked up a famed anthologyOf poetry to see what it might teach meI’m sorry to say that it seems perverseWhen someone writes poetry in … Continue reading

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Lessons In Life’s Suffering

Lessons In Life’s Sufferingby Michael DoyleSpring isn’t the sameWhen love has been lostSorrow calls out the nameBut refuses to pay the costThe thing held sacred as follyTouch the inner workings of the soulA moment away from devotionHas the depth of … Continue reading

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