A helping hand.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In my dreams I was
timekeeper of Big Ben. Annoyed, I tried to stop
the wretched ticks by holding onto the hands of time. In my effort, I was hung at twelve, and dropped at six. Gravity took over! © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on June 17, 2017 Last Updated on June 17, 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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