![]() The queue was bigger at end of the line.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The queue was bigger at the end of the line.
I was no further from the truth as I was to birth, but I was getting closer to death with every breath. I'm lucky so far...... I'm taking the slow road but other poor souls speed by...... they took the escalator.
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Added on November 20, 2016 Last Updated on November 20, 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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