As the carpet rolled....A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the carpet rolled...
Rolled were my thoughts to be filed, stored. Well! That's what I thought. On unravelling the roll my carpet of thoughts. I found... they're blank. Missing! On a ride with the magic carpet.
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2 Reviews Added on November 8, 2015 Last Updated on November 8, 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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