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Separate Lives

Separate Livesby Michael DoyleWhat we know is so littleAnd we’re feeling stuck in the middleIt’s said that is a perfect scoreFor life; we still want morePlaying chutes and ladders in the corporateFrom the outside, it seems something desperateThere’s some room … Continue reading

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Blind Side

Blind Sideby Michael DoyleFour seconds from the snap of the ballA life can change in ways we’ll later recallIn four seconds, a life can really changeAs the players on the field rearrangeBut such players come along for the rideWith nowhere … Continue reading

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