The irony of one's directions.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The irony of one's directions.
There were many rivers to cross, some dare not try, others tried but, turned back, while others found the journey too long, for many drowned they could not swim, but a few finally made it. I was one, I took the bridge.
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2 Reviews Added on January 22, 2017 Last Updated on January 22, 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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