![]() All aboard her ghost train.A Poem by andrew mitchell
All aboard her ghost train.
As the train of desire, old 'n' rusty pulled into the station of possible opportunities; with no oncoming thoughts boarding, no longer regarded by youth, she left empty handed, dead in her tracks. The tracks of her time had spoken; no whistles!
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1 Review Added on November 19, 2016 Last Updated on November 19, 2016 Author![]() andrew 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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