No wonder I can't remember!A Poem by andrew mitchellNo wonder I can't remember! her breasts bare, so fair in the need for survival...... I was only a baby. But for the life of me I can't remember! T'was then I found out.... I was.... bottled fed. Mother!
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3 Reviews Added on December 13, 2015 Last Updated on December 13, 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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