A plot to remember.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I was lonely at first,
cut off from my friends however, I soon made new ones. My neighbour next door was a gentleman of true character while on the other side was a lady having a vibrant, but somewhat whimsical nature. Each week we received flowers. I hope to explore the grounds more fully, but there’s no hurry. I’m told I’m here for a long time. Can’t wait for the annual cemetery party, my bones are aching already. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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Added on May 26, 2019 Last Updated on May 26, 2019 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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