About the man.A Poem by andrew mitchell
No one knew the man
but the boy who became. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 19, 2018 Last Updated on July 21, 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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