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    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse
    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse
    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse
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    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse

    By William M. MacKeracher

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    "Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse" by William M. MacKeracher is a love story to the author's home, Canada. The book is a combination of poetry and prose written in verse that captures the beauty and love you can have for things other than your family. How you can be in love with a place with love.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 20, 2019
    ISBN4064066141530
    Canada, My Land; and Other Compositions in Verse

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