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Reasons to Come, Shake my Hand

  Reasons to Come, Shake my Hand The collection of poems in this book will tremendously help and offer support to others who are experiencing this struggle with their loved ones. Mr. Bryce has painted, with his beautiful poetry, a … Continue reading

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Come, Shake My Hand

  Come, Shake Our Hand Come, yon Reader, meet our merry band, We have treats, so come and shake our hand. Come and find a reading treat, To buy a book’s an easy feat. We’ll read, we’ll sign, we’ll even … Continue reading

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Cheshire Cat

  * This may strike you odd as a tribute, but anything can trigger a cherished memory – anything! So, today I choose the amusing over the maudlin. When the Cheshire Cat Comes to Visit When the Cheshire Cat comes … Continue reading

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Becoming

  BECOMING H. W. Bryce When illness befalls your beloved one And her care falls upon yourself, Your self gets lost amongst the tasks And you are left with many asks. Take a look at where you’re going, Review the … Continue reading

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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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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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