The feet were ready.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Did the curse of not knowing,
make my feet tremble, or where they just in runaway mode- impatient, anxious; just to go somewhere, to escape the banality of the mundane, the show on knowing that's become boring.
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1 Review 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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