The edge of an impressionist.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Circle never got the job
he just didn't have the edge, but square did, square always got the job until diamond came along, she was all eighteen carats.
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5 Reviews Added on March 4, 2018 Last Updated on March 4, 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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