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Wrist Cutter Blues

Wrist Cutter Bluesby Michael DoyleShe was born hard to impressHe was maybe overly dressedFor a boy deep in his thoughtsBut she could never be boughtThey were standing in the deep endSomehow waiting for a friendNeither of them was from anywhereThat … Continue reading

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The Gospel of A Hard Life

The Gospel of A Hard Lifeby Michael DoyleWith a pinch and a twistThe Devil takes my wristLeading me into temptationAnd away from contemplationAt the podium, the preacher talksAbout the holiness in which he walksDefining words by their situationSomehow arriving at … Continue reading

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