A grammar tragedy from a reciprocal pronoun rising.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Pronounced dead on arrival
the noun didn't stand a chance. After the separation with adjective leaving the noun destitute, alone on their divorce the adverb moved in aligning with the adjective while the interrogative pronoun admirably looked on in their achievement. On a lone beach the hermit noun moves on with its empty shell echoing the waves of the ocean - a language of words lost.
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5 Reviews Added on October 28, 2019 Last Updated on October 28, 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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