The book of verse.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Was not the
book of verse just a lot of letters hanging out, held together by words forming a sentence that had some eventual meaning. No wonder the Language of Love was a picture book. © 2017 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 5, 2017 Last Updated on February 5, 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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