Foul was the preyA Poem by andrew mitchell
The egg
was formed through fowl play never a foul moment. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 17, 2024 Last Updated on January 17, 2024 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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