It was never live!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Songs from the dead
now come in box sets along the gravestones lane at the cemetery night market. Please enquire within. No bats, hawkers, or grave diggers allowed, and come suitably dressed. It’s never live
amongst the dead bone’s shuffle.
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3 Reviews Added on May 1, 2018 Last Updated on May 1, 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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