Instinctive dear Watson! Instinctive!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the productivity
for longevity becomes instinctive, driven incessantly, and not necessarily out of love, but an urge one cannot stop. Outstripped the heart by the rank of survival, when one sees extinction lying on the horizon, waving I'm over here.
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Added on April 24, 2017 Last Updated on April 24, 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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