Tag Archives: My Butterfly

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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