On a starry, starry night, a shooting star!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Calamity ties in
on astrology's glamour who pride themselves, predicting your fate on stars aligned; only to see your stars falter -- the horror-scope. How do you like your tea? What you can't tell! I can only see the poison!
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 7, 2017 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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