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Boudica’s Cry For Freedom

Boudica’s Cry For Freedomby Michael DoyleIn a timeless sense that somehow conspires,A show of barbarians rising turned up to inspire.Telling stories about almost heartless empires,With moral convictions that are as hot as fire.A sharp whip cracked on Boudica’s royal skinAs … Continue reading

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Ways of Life Previously Chosen

Ways of Life Previously Chosenby Michael DoyleEating smoked salmon and in contemplationAbout what will be the fate of my nationI will let no untruths be varnished or toldBut insist on telling how history did unfoldI have watched the destruction of … Continue reading

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