A manufacturing fault, I heard!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Everyone expired on the family tree
as we all had those DNA strands that would hang us in the end, strangled to death, caught dangling from our own ancestry while waiting for the manufacturer’s recall from the yard called Heaven. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 5, 2018 Last Updated on October 5, 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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