When words come out to play.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When words come out to play
it’s not a show of hands but a show of bodies - the attractions. In a room viewed as fool’s gold, gilded thoughts mingle amongst glitter, glamour in an age of discovery. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on January 14, 2020 Last Updated on January 14, 2020 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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