Changing of the guard’s perspective.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There were stories
Mother never told, but Dad filled you in, maybe maths was void of emotion where the nights were just clear as day! © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on June 23, 2018 Last Updated on June 23, 2018 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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