Scribbles in a diary.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Scribbles in a diary.
There were no tails of mystery nor imagination at the nudist colony. However, there were plenty of places to hang up one's coat. Poe. © 2017 andrew mitchellReviews
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Added on January 3, 2017Last Updated on January 3, 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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