Category Archives: My butterfly

When the Blues

  WHEN THE BLUES H. W. Bryce When the blues come out to visit you, Hear the music that’s inside of you It’s in there just awaiting to be played Play it now and you’ll be glad it stayed. It … Continue reading

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Poor You, Poor, Poor You

  Poor You, Poor, Poor You I had had a pretty bad day. Everything I touched fell over or crashed to the floor. It happened so often I didn’t think I could take it any more. I misread the clock, … Continue reading

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How I Got My Title

  How I Got My Title Watching Ann as she looked at this, wanted that, came back to this, studied the watches, admired the pack of multi-coloured briefs… Kind of matched my mind. It too was flitting from thought to … Continue reading

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