Criss crossed.A Poem by andrew mitchellJack's game means no one wins or loses!
Criss crossed.
Criss crossed were my loves I sought, looking back. Our paths straight or diagonally arranged; a game of Noughts and Crosses played. Sometimes I won others were lost Sometimes..... A Jack's game! That's when I decided to move on!
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1 Review Added on December 25, 2015 Last Updated on December 25, 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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