It was a four wheel drive!A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the end
the wheel of time runneth him over, but not before his wheel of fortune broke on the highway of life where his wheel of sanity ran off the road, crashed and rusted; leaving the spokes of his will exposed for the takings while the wheel of life drove by. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on December 13, 2017 Last Updated on December 13, 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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