The bird has flown.A Poem by andrew mitchell
You always did
reach for the sky sitting on your smile, that wicked grin. How I could hear your mind with your obstreperous thoughts kicking a*s on your swing. I wonder... who’s pushing who now? But don’t let me stop you, let the show begin in your cabaret mind. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on April 13, 2021 Last Updated on April 13, 2021 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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