It was no blindman’s bluff!A Poem by andrew mitchell
There must be two sides
to a blindside for he had two eyes. He felt the door on passing even though it was open, later he heard the slam. And the window of opportunity closed. He had images of a table setting missing, his.... and a new one on the way. Collecting his thoughts he left.... © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on March 30, 2018 Last Updated on March 30, 2018 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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