The bucket of promise was there in love's litter!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The bucket empty
reaching your well to capture your love; deep and sincere, but your rope to reach had shortcomings tied, the bucket never reached. I was left empty.
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2 Reviews Added on February 10, 2017 Last Updated on February 10, 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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