Reading matter.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Reading matter.
As drones of wasps crossed over a book of literature placed on a picnic table on their flight path. Stopping, browsing, William Shakespeare the paper wasp carefully removed the good bits with meticulous, mechanical precision. For him it didn't matter if the book was valuable, he had run out of reading matter.
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3 Reviews Added on March 9, 2016 Last Updated on March 9, 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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