The Easter island chronicles.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The statues of stone arrived
at Easter island in huge numbers to meet Jesus, but the island was the wrong Easter. Not moved they were on finding out, and looked out to sea in the hope that God would grant them a miracle to leave the island - and go back home. Centuries later they are still waiting... and more waiting. Meanwhile, a monolith falls on its face. Another calls out: Are you okay Bob? Bob! You're on your face. Bob! Speak to me! Shut it! I've got a headache.
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Added on December 2, 2019 Last Updated on December 2, 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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