I tripped over the year of the roster.A Poem by andrew mitchell
"Not a minute to lose." said the hour, clock watching.
" Wait a second!"
What did week think? "Week doesn't like mondays!" " What year is it?" Day asked. "Probably a calendar!" replied the year. "But, if you're not sure, go ask monthly." "There's twelve of them!" " What happened to the weekend?" " Don't know better ask seven days." " But five are working!" "Yeah the weekend is missing!" " They just fly by like the seasons!" " What seasons!" " Go check the roster." © 2017 andrew mitchellReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 29, 2017 Last Updated on January 29, 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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