The impetuous thief.A Poem by andrew mitchell
You, the impetuous thief
that has ravaged the ages. Yes you Time! Inexplicably drawn to you I find myself on razor's edge walking a thin line. Although time means money I neither had the time or the money accrued. Does it matter? While in my youth you appeared to be free and in abundance I now find my unspent time will cost me in the end.
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3 Reviews Added on August 6, 2018 Last Updated on August 6, 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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