Savouring a savoury moment!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Who holds my hand
that paints the picture of myself stirring the pot that I must follow, leading me down the path of life spent? Are memories coated in sugar icing to remember moments not so sweet? Must I taste a savoury moment not found in a cook book! Why are the failed recipes on the menu not well received? Does he who knows to diet expand his tastes in wisdom to be shared on today's gluttony! I find the dishes are dirty, the cutlery is laid, and I'm still hungry.
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Added on January 7, 2019 Last Updated on January 8, 2019 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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