There was never a full stop in writing!A Poem by andrew mitchella bit of wackiness, a touch of madness brought on by..... see note for reviewers.
There was never a full stop in writing!
There was no rhyme in reason, as reason was lost in the words of rhyme. As one slid down the hook of a question, the answer was clawed back in the end line, full stop! Where cries were held back on the exclamation mark, commas had a disregard for closure, leaving open the inevitable, a full stop........ paused. While more questions, answers laid in the queue waiting, maybe reason was off the grid! And in all this mumble jumble, there was never a crossword!
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2 Reviews Added on January 18, 2017 Last Updated on January 18, 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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