I smell brimstone.A Poem by andrew mitchell
You could place your bets,
if the devil couldn't do it, be rest assured the she-devil could. This was not a mathematical bet, but more intuition, from smelling sulphur and brimstone. I wonder if the devil uses kindling to start a fire?
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Added on August 19, 2017 Last Updated on August 19, 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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