The routine.A Poem by andrew mitchellthe irony of living shifts
Wake up,
get dressed, go to work, come home. Wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home. Wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, and they call this living. Meanwhile, living in the fast lane. Wake up, go to bed. Wake up, go to bed. Wake up, go to bed.
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2017 Last Updated on February 25, 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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