On time's threshold growing up.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On time's threshold
now locked in the wardrobe where time did fly to the horizons lost growing up in the sixties was a lot more fun than being in the sixties where the man you always wanted to be, didn't come through the looking glass from the boy, you once were.... day dreaming.
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Added on May 19, 2019 Last Updated on May 19, 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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