SheA Poem by andrew mitchellplaying with words!!
High as a kite she flies
Pulling her strings she laughs. Tickled is her fancy, smiling Playing her piano keys, last. Her heart dancing, she sings. On the table displayed Consumed love, we gave. Naked is the worship she brings. Shared culinary pleasures, Memories fondly remembered; Sacred are her treasures Of times that cannot be measured.
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Added on August 9, 2015 Last Updated on August 9, 2015 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.. |

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