The magic carpet ride eh!A Poem by andrew mitchella scribble having no purpose, no end!
The magic carpet ride eh!
Behind your veil removed, I saw deceit in your secrecy on what I believed was a myth. In fact, I found reality instead, brushed under the carpet, the legend now dead. Finally, I see you for what you are, a puff of smoke no more.
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Added on January 2, 2017 Last Updated on January 2, 2017 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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