In one clean sweep.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The questions were on their lips
while the answers were in mind but the thoughts were coming marching toward breaking all secrets revealed behind the wall of indifference the truth hid under the carpet trampled by lies underfoot.
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3 Reviews Added on November 11, 2018 Last Updated on November 11, 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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