The PartyA Poem by andrew mitchell
The Party
On arriving late, the party, somewhat droll, I bumped into Karma. I knew that was a mistake! But everyone was there; cynical, miserable, sarcasm, hysterical, sadness, tears, laughing, rude, crude, thoughtless, depressed, grim. Yes siree! They were all.... done up to the nines! I didn't see happy, goodluck or manners though. Apparently, they could not make it! I decided to leave. They were all " hangers on"!
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2 Reviews Added on January 14, 2016 Last Updated on January 15, 2016 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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