In the mix, we are all just plain flour!A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the case of not knowing,
all rise. Not you self raising! Life is all but short thanks to our inheritance. You can’t bank on a gene. Have you reached a verdict? Yes your wordship! How do you find mortality? Guilty! Will the defendant life please rise. In the term of your natural life you will be sentenced to death. Cases on all life dismissed. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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5 Reviews Added on July 21, 2018 Last Updated on July 21, 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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