The fate of a question.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The life of a question
was short lived if there was an answer for the answer was the death of a question for only when there was no answer, the question lived on. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on December 19, 2017 Last Updated on December 19, 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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