Memories of canvassed minds.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The gallery of mind
was opened, ideas went on sale, thoughts of those that were spoken became memories framed as frail. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 9, 2018 Last Updated on March 9, 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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