Being part of the compost wheel.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While birth was
the wheel that time turned in your new travels. Death was the brake pulling all stops in your revolving evolution called " getting back to basics." © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on July 7, 2018 Last Updated on July 7, 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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