Tag Archives: Turn of the Page

Ever True

Ever Trueby Michael DoyleChasing the stars to see where they leadDreaming the dreams needed to take seedAnd grow into what it’s meant to meanThe moves to be made are yet to be seenWith a turn of the page come the … Continue reading

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A Montage of Selective Outrage

A Selective Montage of Selective Outrageby Michael DoyleHave we finally got to the turn of the pageLiving life cut by cut of selective outrageIt seems so, or at least I have this hunchThat a few bad apples have spoiled the … Continue reading

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We Pretend To Have Forgot

We Pretend To Have Forgotby Michael DoyleI don’t like thingsThat are too touchy and feelyThe reason whyIs these might reveal meWith the turn of the pageIt’s less in what we sayBut the how that we rageAs night fights against dayThese … Continue reading

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