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  WRITING IS AN ADDICTION   You say you are a writer. Tell me Why do you write? And What is writing?   Good question. I will tell you what I think.   I write because I must. It’s compelling. … Continue reading

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  RATS AND SNAKES AND BATS H. W. Bryce   Rats and snakes and bats None of them wears hats Never trust a beast That doesn’t wears a hats It could be that he is bats!   They all comes … Continue reading

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ELEGY TO THE ART OF LIVING

ELEGY TO THE ART OF LIVING H. W. Herb W Bryce The true art of living involves The ability to beggar your neighbour. If your neighbour has a treasure that you want, Have it; he’ll thank you for freeing up the … Continue reading

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It’s Time

  TIME IS RELATIVE   Time is relative – it just isn’t mine. Time just doesn’t love me. Obviously we ain’t brothers. He don’t look out for me.   When I want it to go fast, Time crawls. When I … Continue reading

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Hair Today

  A Bit ‘o Whimsy HAIR TODAY So sensuous is she, so alluring. Mysterious; is she a courtesan Or a black widow spider? Either Way, her presence sucks you in And fills you with desire; your Feelings couldn’t go much … Continue reading

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I GOT THE GOUT H. W. Bryce I got the gout, I got the wheeze, I got the – bless me, I gots tuh sneeze— I get pneumonie quite with eaze I’m gettin’ old, if you please. Well I don’t … Continue reading

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It Rained today

IT RAINED TODAY H. W. Bryce It rained today. It rained yesterday. And the day before that. Forecast: It will rain tomorrow. Our version Of the monsoon season? ’Fraid not, Just our temperate climate, influenced By the Gulf Stream up … Continue reading

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