Upon the deed no money spent.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On tomorrow's edge,
news lies on opened pages from today's moments exposed to the weather of time. The wealth from the material world is written on the obituary carved on stone where spirits roam in an inclusive zone free where the sword of Excalibur has been drawn.
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1 Review Added on August 30, 2020 Last Updated on August 30, 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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