On time’s itinerary.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On the wings of time
I travelled.... forward with the end in mind. Twas no magic carpet ride. © 2017 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on October 20, 2017 Last Updated on October 21, 2017 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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