The fate of a biscuit.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What becomes
of that cookie that crumbles? Is it the end or a new beginning? © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 3, 2018 Last Updated on February 3, 2018 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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