There is no reason!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Life is all rather arbitrary,
we live , we die, and every time an old person croaks it... a whole library of information goes up with it, yep, a whole library burning down, and maybe that’s why the North American Indians had something - up in smoke? Sorry maybe that was Cheech and Chong. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 31, 2020 Last Updated on January 31, 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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