Where was Morse?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Sharpened words
cut bluntly the serrated message pointed in view sliced but it was all over. Rock, paper, scissors!
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Added on November 22, 2017 Last Updated on November 22, 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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