the pencil!A Poem by andrew mitchelljust nonsense really!
Sharpened are my thoughts
When turned rotations Peel back to the core. Disembarked are shavings Old ideas , discarded. My thoughts ready, pointed; Graphite in words Take on the world, Starting with paper.
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3 Reviews Added on August 10, 2015 Last Updated on August 10, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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