A line ball!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the ball
landed in his court, it was catch 22. He was bored with the process of just being, and yet too afraid to take on responsibilities that lead to success. In the end, he was a man that was left with the fidgets! © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 13, 2017 Last Updated on March 13, 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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