Through the clear, clear glass empty.A Poem by andrew mitchell
This whole concept
of growing up, and then dying still bothers me. All the while one must find the time to live in between and then someone whispers “ wear a raincoat when reading the obituary where tears flow from the glass.” © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on September 5, 2020 Last Updated on September 5, 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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