From a book that never was.A Poem by andrew mitchell
And now on
the poetry altar I will commence turning the page to chapter three verse two, Steps in time. As the foot prints grow larger through time the steps become smaller from a life once travelled.
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Added on September 2, 2020 Last Updated on September 2, 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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