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Category Archives: The Call
Sea of Ink
SEA OF INK H. W. Bryce They ask me, why do I write? I tell them this: I write because I have been thrown Into the Sea of Ink, And life becomes a case of write Or sink. The … Continue reading
RAGE! RAGE! H. W. Bryce (Blk mead Jun 14-20) blogged Sept 21, 2020 Rage! Rage against the faults of Man about, His shitty attitude to fellow man, How he colours his words to his coloured Friend, how he … Continue reading
Posted in A Voice in the Wilderness, Advocacy, Alzheimer's, Caring, Fear, Hard time, Lost, Outrageous, Overwhelmed, Poem, Rise up, The Call
Tagged Advocacy, Alzheimer's, Blogging 101, Caring, Dementia, Poem
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Call of the Keyboard
That early morning, sun in its mystic Hue lightly egg-white washing Streets with subtlety ahead Of the morning stir of life, There is a call to duty – to go To school, to work, to provide To serve, and … Continue reading