There’s no easy way to explain who I am or what I do. I have been an active advocate and public speaker for over ten years. Although I don’t receive any money for the work that I do, I want to share. I’ve gotten paid for some productive work, but the things that I’m the most passionate I’ve given freely. It’s not going to be that way forever-I have plans!
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Allyson Partridge Poems
I sometimes dwell on the time I went through hell. It’s been ten years, but her picture reminds me of shedding tears. For a minute not many will know why, I was certain I wanted to die. Now it’s known because of those experiences I have grown.
A short poem about my ventures across Southern Ontario to see (Ryan and Joel) McKenna She travels to distant places to see familiar faces. Rarely cares about the stairs,
There are times that I still feel bitter about things I can’t control. Trust that has been lost, time and time again it has been stolen. I now take the time to look in the mirror, and look through my eyes into my soul. I’ve realized that it holds the parts of my life that I haven’t lost,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I sometimes dwell on the time I went through hell.
It’s been ten years, but her picture reminds me of shedding tears.
For a minute not many will know why, I was certain I wanted to die.
Now it’s known because of those experiences I have grown.
I owe someone gratitude for those few minutes of solitude.
When I met her I could not foresee what would eventually happen to me.
In the end It was clear I felt alone, so it was time to come back home.
I wouldn’t be who I am today, if it all hadn’t of gone that way.
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