When books could fly, they were chucked!A Poem by andrew mitchell
If books could fly
the storm in a verse would rain down verbs that would flood the cerebral chambers of damning thoughts, their actions not responsible for climate change where collected words are measured on the rain gauge. Today’s weather will be a hot verse at the start followed by a long explanation in the hope that someone would understand the naked book revealing all its pages followed by a cold verse, a few showers and maybe some hail. Anyway, books can’t fly so simply ignore all in this message. Yes! Never happened! Get it! Never.... © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 30, 2020 Last Updated on October 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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