A chip off the old block!A Poem by andrew mitchell A chip
You always had
an axe to grind, but you were no lumberjack. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on June 26, 2018 Last Updated on June 26, 2018 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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