There's no credit with death.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the sands of time
lay on the beach awashed, there was no severance pay that came in waves in death owing. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on September 23, 2017 Last Updated on September 23, 2017 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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