And all that!A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the forest of love
and all that beckons, and all that comes straight from the heart, and all that passes the turns,the flips the closing of the book, the placement on the shelf - she had a heart of gold, but it was all gold plated, broken she flaked away. Gold flecks found in life's stream - the gold prospector had a good day.
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1 Review Added on September 20, 2020 Last Updated on September 20, 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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