Too little too late!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I opened your pages,
I read your invisible ink, too little, too late, I turned your cover, I closed your book. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on May 20, 2017 Last Updated on May 20, 2017 Author
andrew 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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