Through bars looking at nature's free range!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I was no more on the trail,
as I was crossing the line; both were forbidden, confined to the inside world where knowledge is power, and eggs rock and rolled, but the belief continues if only in legend.... when the chicken crossed the road.
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2017 Last Updated on May 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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