A leap of dire consequences.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I can jump puddles he said
a mind pondering in dressage on his next move on life’s leaps and bounds, but without a mirror dressed for every occasion he was not told of the hurdles. An egg left broken on the pavement turned out to be Humpty Dumpty who couldn’t jump puddles. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 11, 2020 Last Updated on July 11, 2020 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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