Deep within our chronological thoughts.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What does it matter...
for in every beast there is a man and in every man there is a boy. At present the monster lies under my bed and the fox is on the run. So what would I never do again? Lose myself! What would I never give up? My ideas for a living! What song best describes me? Stairway to heaven? No! Climb every mountain.
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1 Review Added on December 8, 2019 Last Updated on December 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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